The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

You are the new clerk in the East Wing. The air smells of dust and old varnish. It is a thick, heavy scent. It sits in your throat. You are twenty-four years old. You are small. You wear a gray suit that fits too well. It is a uniform. It is a cage. You work for the Ministry of Records. It is a grand building. It is a palace of paper. The chandeliers are brass. They hang low. They look like...

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