The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The road to the valley was not a path of asphalt but a scar of mud and wet slate, winding up through the fog that clung to the pines like a second, suffocating skin. We had been walking for hours, my brother Thomas and I, our boots sucking in the cold earth with every step, the air tasting of iron and decay. I was seven years old, small enough to hide behind his leg, but old enough to...

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