The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink bled through the parchment of the court-martial summary like a bruise spreading beneath skin, a slow, darkening tide that swallowed the crisp, typewritten letters of my own name until the identity I had worn for twenty years ceased to exist in the light and was replaced by a smudged, illegible ghost. I sat in the oak-paneled room that smelled of stale tobacco and cold coffee, the air...

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