The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The train shuddered. It stopped. Silence. Not the absence of sound. The presence of nothing. Elias sat in the upper berth. His hands were still. They were always still. The stillness was a cage. He was a scholar of linguistics. He studied the roots of words. He had forgotten how to speak. His wife, Clara, was below. She slept. Or she pretended to sleep. The air was thick. It smelled of stale...

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