The Golden Mirror
You stand in the center of the room, which is not a room but a corridor of glass and steel that stretches out into the gray, rain-slicked void of the city, and you realize with a cold, settling weight in your chest that you have been walking in circles for three days, or perhaps three years, because time has begun to pool and stagnate around your ankles like mud in a dried-up riverbed. The air...
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