The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain against the glass of the conservatory did not sound like water, but like the slow, deliberate scratching of nails against a chalkboard, a sound that had persisted for three days without variation, without mercy, and without the promise of cessation. Margaret Holloway sat in the center of the room, her back straight, her hands resting on her knees, her eyes fixed on the horizon line...

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