The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The gold is gone. You know this before you look. You know it in the hollow of your throat, a dry, scraping awareness that has lived there for three years. The badge sits on the dashboard. It is a circle of brass, tarnished at the edges. It used to catch the sun. Now it only reflects the grey windshield. You do not look at it. You look at the road. The city is a smear of wet asphalt and neon....

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