The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The concrete hammer hung in my hands, its head heavy with the accumulated weight of the afternoon’s labor, the steel face pitted and grey. I was thirty-four years old, a senior structural engineer with twelve years of service to the municipal department, and I stood in the throat of the old City Hall, the dust of the demolition zone coating my lungs in a fine, chalky film that tasted of iron...

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