The Golden Farce

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2026-08-20 03:00:05 -

The Golden Farce

The glass shattered before I even felt the impact. It was a Tuesday. The air in the shop smelled of hot metal and stale coffee. I was holding the mirror. It was a large piece, oval, framed in tarnished brass that I had polished until it wept gold. I had been working on it for three days. My hands were stained with oil. My heart was beating a frantic, bird-like rhythm against my ribs. I am a...

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