The Golden Mirror
The door closes behind you with a heavy, final thud that seems to sever the air in the hallway. You are standing in the center of the room, and the silence is not empty but full, a dense, breathing thing that presses against your eardrums. It is a room you have entered a thousand times before, a study in the basement of a house that has no name, only a number on a door that leads nowhere...
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