The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain lashed against the stained glass of the library, blurring the saints into weeping, indistinct smears of violet and gold, and I sat at the heavy oak table, my hands trembling so violently that the ink in my pen threatened to spill over the parchment like a dark, expanding wound. It was the middle of the night, or what passed for night in this place, where the sun was a distant rumor and...

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