The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

You are standing at the edge of the platform, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet wool, watching the last train of the night slide away into the grey fog that swallows the city whole. It is a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; the days have begun to blur into one another like watercolors left out in the rain, and you can no longer remember when you last slept, only that the sleep, when...

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