The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-17 14:03:58 -

The Golden Mirror

The brass badge on my chest had gone soft. Not bent, not tarnished by acid or salt, but worn down by the friction of my own hand, rubbed smooth by years of anxious checking. It was a flat, circular thing, a ghost of the authority it once held, its insignia blurred into a silver smear. I wore it under my shirt, against the skin, where it pressed like a cold coin into the hollow of my heart. In...

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