The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

Act I The stone of the Burren does not forgive the weight of a mule, nor the weight of a man who has forgotten how to kneel. I stood in the mud of the trench, the wet earth sucking at my boots with a sound like a hungry dog, clutching a torn page from my father’s private ledger. It was 1918, or so the men in the uniforms claimed, though the air smelled of wet wool and old iron, a scent that had...

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