At first, I think I’m seeing a reflection or a speck of dirt, but I see that’s not the case. It reminds me of when a piece of bread has been left too long over a fire, its crust singed from the flames. There’s just one splotchy edge around my gold that’s darker than the rest, making it look charred. Frowning, I dip my fingertip in it, watching the dark blot dip down, but then it just mixes with the rest, going away completely.
