The Golden Farce

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2026-08-21 11:14:20 -

The Golden Farce

The jar sat on the windowsill, catching the pale, dusty light of the afternoon, its surface unblemished by the grime that coated the rest of our world, a small, golden heart beating in the silence of the room where we had promised to stay until the end. I held my breath, watching the way the light refracted through the glass, thinking of how easy it was to break things, how much harder it was...

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