The Golden Oath
The mirror stood in the corner of the sterile, white-tiled bathroom, a tall, rectangular slab of polished glass that reflected the fluorescent buzz of the overhead lights and the trembling hands of Margaret Holloway as she gripped the porcelain sink, her knuckles white against the cold surface, the water running in a steady, indifferent stream that mixed with the tears sliding down her cheeks,...
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