The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The frost had taken the orchard again. Not the gentle, powdery kind that settles in late November, but the hard, crystalline bite that snaps a branch like a dry bone. I stood by the gate, watching the light fail. The air tasted of iron and old wood. My hands were numb, tucked deep in the pockets of my coat, but the cold didn't stop at the skin. It went deeper. It settled in the marrow. In this...

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