The Golden Master
The envelope was thin, yellowed at the corners, smelling faintly of the dust that settled in the cracks of the floorboards. I held it up to the grey light filtering through the window, my hand trembling so violently that the paper shook like a leaf in a gale. Inside was a single sheet of heavy cream stock, the ink faded to a brown that matched the tarnish on the brass gears scattered across my...
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