The Golden Master

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2026-08-21 12:49:50 -

The Golden Master

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey dust that smelled of wet wool and old iron. I stood in the center of the sterile interrogation room, my hands cuffed behind my back, the metal biting into the tendons of my wrists. Across from me, Officer Miller sat with his notebook open, his pen hovering over the paper like a hesitant bird. He was a young man, clean-shaven, with...

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