The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The mirror was not glass. It was skin. Smooth, pale, and trembling. I stood before it. My hands shook. I am a tinker. I fix things. Clocks. Doors. Lies. This was my trade. The room was white. Blinding white. No corners. No shadows. Only the wall. And the wall breathed. In. Out. A wet, rhythmic sound. Like a lung. Like a bellows. I had come here to sell. Or to buy. I had forgotten. The air...

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