The Golden Downtown
The glass was always there, sitting on the shelf above the radiator in the courtroom, a perfect cube of amber light that seemed to absorb the gray November gloom pressing against the windows. I watched it, the way a man watches a stone he knows will eventually slip from his hand, knowing the sound it will make against the pavement is the same sound his own life has been making for three years....
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