The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain hits the glass. It sounds like nails. You are tired. Your head throbs. The house is cold. It is night. You walk to the hall. The floorboards creak. They know your weight. They have always known your weight. You are twelve. You are alone. The house is large. It is too large. The shadows stretch. They touch your feet. You pull your coat tighter. The wool scratches your neck. It feels...

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