The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

"You're wasting the light, Thomas." I look up. Margaret stands by the window. The glass is fogged. Outside, the rain hammers the slate. It sounds like static. Like old radio. I keep my eyes on the paper. My hands shake. The ink smears. A black tear. "It's not light, Margie. It's time." She sighs. It is a long sound. It drags her across the room. She stops behind me. I smell her soap. Lavender....

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