The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain against the plexiglass was not a sound but a texture, a persistent, wet friction that scraped against the nerves of the man sitting in the corner of the interrogation room, where the fluorescent lights hummed with a frequency that seemed to resonate directly within the marrow of his bones, illuminating the topography of his hands, those hands which had once been instruments of...

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