The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-18 03:04:44 -

The Golden Mirror

The train hummed a low, mournful note as it crossed the bridge over the River Trent. I watched the water below. It was black and fast. I was traveling to the Ashworth Institute. The building loomed out of the mist. It was gray stone. It was cold. I carried my mother’s diary. It was leather-bound. The cover was cracked. I pressed it against my chest. It felt like a heart beating out of rhythm. I...

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