The Golden Song

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2026-08-17 13:52:43 -

The Golden Song

The dream began with the sound of breaking glass. Not shattering. Cracking. A slow, brittle fracture, like ice under a heavy boot. I heard it in my sleep. It echoed in the hollows of my chest. I was standing in the Hall of Mirrors. The mirrors were dark. They reflected nothing. Only my own face stared back. Pale. Thin. A stranger. I woke up gasping. The air in the cell was cold. Stone cold. It...

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