The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

It was raining when I found the body. The rain fell in cold sheets against the windshield, blurring the world into a smear of gray and black. I wiped the glass with a wiper that barely moved. The wipers were broken. I knew that. I had known for three days. I did not care. I cared about the man in the ditch. He lay on his back. His face was turned up to the sky. His mouth was open. He was not...

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