The Golden Mirror
The feast was loud. The wine was red. I drank it. It burned. I liked the burn. It covered the taste of iron. The hall was stone. Cold stone. Warm breath. We were many. We were one. My friend, Julian, sat across. He laughed. A sharp sound. A knife sound. I smiled back. My face felt tight. It did not feel like my face. It felt like a mask. A heavy mask. I looked at the table. The gold leaf on the...
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