The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"You’re late again, Thomas. The bread is already hard." I stood at the threshold of the bakery, the cold air of the November street biting at my cheeks, and watched my father turn from the ovens. He was a large man, built like the iron stoves that lined the walls, but lately he had grown hollow. His hands, usually dusted with a fine, white powder, were bare and trembling. I did not go in. I...

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