The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The sky above the sector did not break; it bled. A bruise of violet and sickly green spread across the firmament, pulsing with a rhythm that matched the thrum in Mara’s teeth. She stood at the edge of the containment line, her boots sinking into the wet, humming mud that smelled of ozone and rot. The air was thick, heavy with a static charge that made the hair on her arms stand on end. Around...

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