The Golden Mirror
You wake to the sound of the glass shattering, not with the sharp crack of a pane breaking, but with a deep, resonant hum that vibrates through the floorboards of the high-security wing, a low-frequency moan that seems to rise from the earth itself rather than the air. The room is dim, lit only by the flickering blue emergency lights that pulse with a sickly, rhythmic intensity, casting long,...
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