The Golden Master
Chapter One The fog burns off by ten, leaving the world hard and grey, a landscape of abandoned canals and willow-locked silence. I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth, not from a nosebleed but from the sheer effort of holding my breath. My father’s hands were in the dream, small and dry, gripping the hem of my shirt as if I were a child about to fall. He was dying, or he had died, but in...
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