The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The house smelled of ozone and old paper. It was a heavy, metallic scent that clung to the back of my throat, tasting of copper pennies held too long in a closed mouth. I sat in the study, the air thick with the hum of the vacuum tubes. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpanes, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate in my own bones. I was alone. I had been alone for three days....

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