The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain tapped against the glass of the small office, a steady, rhythmic percussion that marked the passing of the afternoon. Arthur sat behind the heavy oak desk, his hands folded on the mahogany surface, fingers interlaced until the knuckles turned white. Across from him, Margaret held her posture rigid, her eyes fixed on a point slightly above Arthur’s left shoulder. She did not blink. She...

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