The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The soup was red. Not the bright, cheerful crimson of tomato bisque, but a deep, arterial maroon that pulsed with a slow, viscous rhythm. It sat in a white porcelain bowl on the mahogany table, steaming gently into the cold air of the dining room. I stared at it. The spoon was silver. It did not tremble. My name is Arthur Penhaligon. I am not a cook. I am not a chef. I am an expatriate from a...

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