The Golden Crossing

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The glass shattered. It did not break with a sound like a crash, but with a sigh, a long, thin exhalation that seemed to drain the air from the room. I stood in the center of the atelier, the shards of the great mirror scattered at my feet like frozen rain. My reflection was gone. Or rather, it was there, but fragmented, scattered, no longer whole. I looked down. My hands were trembling. They...

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