The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The coat was red. It was the only red thing in the house, a violent splash of color against the grey wallpaper and the dust that always seemed to settle on the floorboards like a fine snow. I remember it because I was seven, and seven is an age when colors are louder than words. My brother, Julian, wore it. He was twelve, tall and thin as a reed, and he moved through the rooms with a quiet...

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