The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The blade is singing, a high, thin note that cuts through the humid air of the chamber, and you are holding it with both hands, your knuckles white, your breath held in a tight knot inside your ribs, while the rain hammers against the leaded glass windows of the observatory with a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like the frantic drumming of fingers on a table during a confession....

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