The Golden Master
The coin was warm, which was the first wrong thing, and the hand was dry, which was the second, and Elias woke with the phantom weight of it still pressed against his palm, a sensation that lingered like the heat of a sunburn long after the sun has set. He did not open his eyes immediately; instead, he lay in the dark of his studio apartment, listening to the radiator tick and clank, a...
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