The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The roots were hungry again. I said it to the wall, to the thick, pulsing veins of ivy that had eaten through the mortar of the cellar. The stone house in Cumbria smelled of wet earth and rot, a scent that clung to the wool of my sweater even after I had dried it by the fire. My father had left three years ago, taken by the war in the east, leaving behind a ledger of debts and a house that did...

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