The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

"Who was it?" "Me." The word hung in the air. Thick. Cold. "Me?" "Yes." Silence. Then the sound of breath. Heavy. Wet. I looked at the floor. A stain. Dark. Spreading. It was not blood. It was honey. Golden. Viscous. Sweet. It smelled of clover. Of summer. Of things that do not last. I knelt. My knees cracked. Old joints. Old bone. The floor was stone. Cold. Unforgiving. The honey pooled in the...

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