The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and stale tobacco, a thick, cloying air that settled in the lungs like silt in a riverbed. I stood by the window, watching the rain smear the glass into a grey, formless blur, while the orchestra played a waltz that sounded strangely dissonant, the violins scraping against the silence of my own thoughts. My brother, Elias, was the center of the room,...

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