The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The jar sat on the dashboard, vibrating in sync with the engine’s idle, a thick, amber block of something that refused to dissolve, refusing to break, refusing to become anything other than itself. You held the wheel with white-knuckled precision, your knuckles pale against the black plastic, and you watched the treeline blur into a smear of green and brown, the highway stretching out before...

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