The Golden Downtown
The loose incisor lay in Mara’s palm, wet and cold against the skin, a small, ivory wedge that had finally given way to the relentless grinding of her jaw. She held it up to the pale gray light filtering through the bedroom curtains, examining the root structure where it had snapped clean from the gum, a tiny, jagged failure that mirrored the rot she felt spreading through her own competence....
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