The Golden Mirror
The train hissed into the station, a long, metallic sigh that seemed to exhale the very air from the platform, and you stepped onto the wet cobblestones with the distinct, heavy feeling of a man who has just sold his soul for a better grade of silk. You were not supposed to be here, or perhaps you were, the logic of your profession twisting like a wet rope in your hands, but the contract was...
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