The Golden Oath

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The Golden Oath

I woke with the brass in my mouth. It tasted of copper. Of old pennies. I spat it out. The floor was cold. I looked up. The mirror was there. It had always been there. But it was wrong. The frame was gold. Heavy. Ornate. It looked like a cage made of light. Inside the glass, I was not alone. There was another woman. She looked like me. But she did not blink. She stood very still. Her hands were...

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