The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in Seattle does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, a persistent, cold sheen that clings to the brick and the bone alike. I stood at the edge of the platform at King Street Station, watching the 5:15 to Tacoma pull away, its tail lights bleeding red into the wet darkness, and I felt the specific, hollow ache of a man who has just been evicted from his own future....

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