The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ink on the seal is dry. It has been dry for forty years. You hold it in your palm. The leather strap is worn thin, soft as old skin. You are in the room. The rain hits the glass. It is a hard, industrial rain. It smells of coal smoke and wet iron. You are a sergeant. You were a sergeant. You are a man in a grey coat. You sit in the chair. The chair is wood. It is dark. The seal is gold. It...

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