The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The lily pads on the reservoir had turned the color of old bruised flesh. They floated in stagnant clusters, their edges curling up like dried leaves, resisting the current that did not exist. I sat on the tailgate of my truck, a can of cold coffee sweating in my hand, and watched the water. It was silent out here. Not the polite silence of a library, but the heavy, wet silence of a place where...

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