The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The count had reached four hundred and twelve stitches in the spine when the first word appeared on the page, written in ink that smelled of wet iron and old blood. I did not see it form; I simply knew it was there, a jagged scar of black against the cream vellum, and the room, which had been a temperature of comfortable, dust-moted stillness, suddenly turned cold as a cellar in December. I am...

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