The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in Seattle did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain of mist that smelled of wet asphalt and decaying pine, wrapping itself around the spires of the downtown high-rises like a shroud. Margaret Holloway stood at the window of her apartment, the glass cold against her forehead, watching the streetlights bleed into the puddles below. Inside, the silence was heavy, a physical weight...

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