The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You hold the mirror. It is heavy. The glass is cold against your palm. You are in the car. The engine idles. A low, thrumming vibration. It moves through the chassis. It moves through your bones. The road stretches out. It is gray. It is endless. You have driven for hours. You have not stopped. The fuel gauge is red. The needle trembles. The mirror is old. It is a hand mirror. The frame is...

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