The Golden Circuit
The jar sits on the table, its glass thick and clouded by age, holding within it a substance that shimmers with an opaque, golden viscosity, like honey that has forgotten how to flow but remembered how to burn, and you are watching it, really watching it, with the kind of rapt, terrified attention one gives to a sleeping predator, because you know, with a certainty that has calcified in your...
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