The Golden Mirror
The mirror had hung in the drawing-room since before Thomas could remember—long before the war, before the house fell into that particular English silence that comes not from absence but from something heavier. It was gilded, or what passes for gilt in a country that once ran the sun across seven seas and now runs energy bills. The frame was a tangle of acanthus leaves and what might have been...
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