The Golden Echoes

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The Golden Echoes

The glass breaks first. Not the window. The mirror. You are standing in the center of the suite. Floor to ceiling. Reflective. It is a mirror the size of a cathedral door. It holds your face. It holds the room. It holds the lie. Then it shatters. Not all at once. A crack starts at the top. Thin. White. Like a vein. It runs down. It splits. The light in the room bends. Your face splits with it....

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