The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The steak was rare, the wine red, and the air in the warden’s office smelled of old pipe tobacco and impending promotion. I sat across from Director Halloway and Assistant Warden Miller, the three of us toasting the finality of the coming morning. The prisoner, the one they called the Golden Master, sat in Block C, a cell with no windows and no soundproofing, yet he spoke to me. Not with his...

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