The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the thatch of the inn, a steady, gray drumming that sounded like the ticking of a slow clock. I sat by the window, watching the mud turn to soup on the road. My hands were still. They had been still for a long time. The wood shavings were gone. The smell of sawdust and linseed oil, which used to cling to my sleeves like a second skin, had...

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