The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The demolition permit lay on the scarred surface of the picnic table, the paper yellowing at the edges where my sweat had pooled, and I held the pen like a surgeon holding a scalpel, the ink bleeding slightly into the fibrous grain as I signed my name with a hand that trembled not from the cold, but from the hollow ache that had become my constant companion. I was forty-two, a structural...

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