The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The car smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of antiseptic, a scent that had become the baseline against which Clara measured the distance between her own breath and the next, a continuous, rhythmic loop that she had come to associate with the slow, inevitable erosion of the self. They were driving toward the estate in the Cotswolds, the windows misted with the condensation of a...

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