The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The house stood at the end of the lane like a broken tooth. It was white stucco, cracked and peeling, revealing the dark wood beneath. I had served in this town for twenty years. I knew every crack in the pavement, every rusted gate, every shadow that fell across the porch at noon. I knew this house better than my own wife. I knew it in the way a doctor knows a tumor. With a cold, clinical...

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