The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain fell on the tin roof. It sounded like a thousand small hammers. Arthur sat at the table. The soup was cold. He held the spoon. He did not eat. The steam had long since vanished. The bowl was white ceramic. It was chipped at the rim. He looked at the chip. He traced it with his thumb. His son, Thomas, was gone. Thomas had left in the night. He took his rifle. He took his coat. He did...

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