The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

“You’re digging too deep again, Arthur.” The voice came from the porch, where my sister, Elara, sat in her wheelchair, the wheels sinking slightly into the damp earth of our front yard. It was a Tuesday in late October, the kind of day where the light hangs low and heavy, thick with the smell of rotting maple leaves and wet stone. I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. The trowel in my hand was slick...

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