The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The kettle sang its thin, high note. I let it scream until the water boiled over, spilling hot rivulets across the tin counter. It did not matter. The shop was closing for the last time. My hands trembled as I wrapped the final jar of honey. Amber light caught the glass. It looked like trapped sunlight. It looked like life. Outside, the wind off the moor howled through the gaps in the shutters....

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