The Golden Mirror
The jar sat on the nightstand, glowing with a faint, sickly amber light. It was a mason jar, the kind used for preserving peaches, but inside there was no fruit, only a thick, viscous liquid that pulsed like a slow heartbeat. It was the only light in the room, casting long, warped shadows against the wallpaper that had started to peel in the damp heat. Ellis lay in the dark, staring at the jar....
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