The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The letter was in my pocket, warm and soft as a living thing, pressing against my thigh with the weight of a small, secret sun. I was standing on the platform at King’s Cross, watching the steam from the departing 8:15 to Edinburgh curl into the gray November air, and I felt a profound, dizzying lightness, a sensation like falling upwards. My mother had kissed my forehead, her lips dry and...

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