The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The soup was cold. It sat in a steel bowl, congealing into a grey, gelatinous skin. Leo stared at it. He was twelve. His knees knocked together. The table was metal. The floor was concrete. The walls were white. There were no windows. Only a single, buzzing light fixture above. It hummed. A low, constant drone. "You didn't eat," said Mr. Halloway. Leo looked up. Halloway sat across from him. He...

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