The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain hammers the windshield. You are bleeding from the nose. The blood is thick and hot. It drips onto the dashboard. It stains the white leather. You do not wipe it. You keep your eyes on the road. The wipers beat a steady rhythm. Tap. Tap. Tap. You are driving to the precinct. You have to go. You have to say it. You have to show them what you saw. What you did. The car is silent except...

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