The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, grey membrane stretched across the city, blurring the edges of the world into a watercolor of slate and rust. I sat in my cubicle, the fluorescent lights humming their low, electric hymn, watching the droplets race down the windowpane of the fourth floor. My name is Arthur Penhaligon, and I am a clerk. I have been a clerk for thirty...

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