The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The wool is wet. That is the first thing you know, the cold, heavy saturation that seeps into the lining of your coat, a weight that has nothing to do with the fabric and everything to do with the fact that you are standing in the rain, on the platform of the St. Jude’s Station, while the train pulls away without you. You watch the taillights fade into the grey mist, a single red eye winking...

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