The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The air in the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not smell of power, as the poets of the previous century had claimed, but of stale tobacco, wet wool, and the particular, cloying sweetness of decay that settles into the walls of institutions that have outlived their purpose. It was a grey, industrial twilight in London, the kind that makes the gaslights seem like dim, tired eyes blinking in the...

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