The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

"Put it down." "Keep your hands where I can see them." "You are not a thief, sir." "I am a soldier." "Then act like one." The room was white. Not the white of snow, or of paper, or of milk. It was a sterile, aggressive white that seemed to vibrate against the retina. It hurt. The air tasted of copper and ozone. It smelled like a hospital, but a hospital for ghosts. You stood in the center of...

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