The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain stopped when I left the station. It had been falling for three days, a gray sheet that turned the world into a watercolor painting left out in the damp. I stepped onto the platform, my boots sinking into the wet gravel. The air smelled of iron and wet wool. I was leaving. I was always leaving. But this time, the leaving felt different. It felt like a severing. I walked into town. The...

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