The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the grey, heavy belly of the sky, a persistent, wet sigh that settled into the cobblestones of Harrowgate and turned the air into a thick, breathing thing that tasted of iron and old dust. You stand at the window of your study, the glass cold against your fingertips, watching the mist curl around the gas lamps that line the High Street, their...

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