The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in Ashgrove did not wash things clean. It made the grime slicker. It pressed the city’s breath against the glass of every window. Martha stood by the door of the small flat she shared with her brother, Silas. She held a potted fern in her hands. It was dying. Its fronds curled inward, brown and brittle, like the fingers of a skeleton. She had bought it three days ago. Three days since...

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