The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The train was late. It was always late. Arthur sat in the back of the carriage, his knees pressed against the seat in front of him. He held a small, square object in his palm. It was a mirror. Not a glass mirror. A gold one. Thin as a wafer. Heavy as a stone. He looked at the tunnel wall. The light flickered. Dark. Light. Dark. "Where to, sir?" The conductor. A man with a face like a bruised...

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