The Golden Myth
The jar sits on the steel counter. It is heavy. The glass is thick. Inside, the liquid pulses. It is amber. It is warm. You feel the heat through the thick wall of the glass. Your fingers tremble. You are a junior analyst. You work in the basement of St. Jude’s Medical Center. The walls are white. The lights hum. The air smells of bleach and old copper. You have been here for three days. You...
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