The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the highland dirt into a slurry of mud and rusted gravel, and when I tried to open the window of the checkpoint to let the cold air out, the glass stuck, bound by the dampness of the wood, forcing me to push with a shoulder that ached from the long shift on the line. I was forty-two years old, and my knees felt like...

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