The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain against the leaded glass of the study window did not sound like water; it sounded like the slow, rhythmic ticking of a clock that had forgotten how to count. I sat at the desk, my hands resting on the spine of a leather-bound volume that contained the complete works of a poet whose name I could no longer recall, though I had spent the better part of my career deciphering his syntax....

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