The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The jar sat on the windowsill, a thick glass tomb for something that had once been gold and now was only dust, and I watched it in the grey light of the city, feeling the weight of the years pressing down on my shoulders like a physical thing, a stone bag sewn into my coat lining. I was not a man who broke things, or so I had told myself for forty years, standing in the queue at the bakery,...

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