The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

You are in the garden at night. The air is thick with the smell of wet earth and rotting leaves. You hold the pot in your hands. It is warm. It is heavy. The plant inside is a golden fern. It does not have leaves. It has wires. Thin, bright wires that catch the moonlight. They hum. You do not know when you planted it. You only know that it is there. You are Eleanor. You are fifty years old....

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