The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The light in the schoolroom was the color of old blood, thick and slanting through the high windows as the bell rang for the last time. You stood at the front of the class, your hands resting on the cold wood of the desk, listening to the scraping of chairs as the children filed out into the grey afternoon. They did not look at you. They never did anymore. Since the winter had set in, since the...

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