The Golden Mirror
The watch is broken. You know it is. The face is cracked down the middle, a jagged white line splitting the twelve and the six. The hands are stuck at three minutes to four. You hold it in your palm. It is cold. The metal bites into your skin. You have been holding it for a long time. The room is dark. The light comes from the streetlamp outside. It flickers. It buzzes. The shadows stretch and...
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