The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream began with the sound of scraping. It was a wet, gritty noise. Like a spoon dragging across the bottom of a pan. Or perhaps a nail against wood. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the room. It was a large room. The walls were painted a faded yellow. The light was dim. It came from a source she could not find. It felt heavy. It pressed against her skin. She looked down at her...

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