The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain in the yard of St. Jude’s Reformatory did not fall so much as it was thrown, a horizontal sheet of gray water that stung your cheeks and turned the gravel into a sucking mud, and you stood there, twelve years old and shivering, shouting at Warden Bradshaw until your voice cracked and broke like a dry twig. Your father’s name was on the ledger, you screamed, pointing a trembling finger...

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