The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The ledger was cold against Elias’s palm, a slab of hardcover leather that smelled of old sweat and industrial ink. He held it in the driver’s seat of the pickup, his knuckles white, the truck idling with a shudder that rattled the steering wheel. Outside, the morning light was pale and thin, filtering through the windshield to illuminate the dust motes dancing in the air. His father, Arthur,...

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