The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The coat did not merely hang on the hook; it seemed to breathe, a heavy, woolen lung expanding and contracting in the stagnant air of the small office, its gold buttons catching the pale, gray light from the window and holding it there, refusing to let it go. Elias Vane had worn it for thirty years, through the bitter winters of the provincial university and the damp springs of the town that...

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