The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The spore cloud descended not as a storm, but as a silent, golden rain that coated the streets of Chicago in a thick, velvety layer of decay, turning the familiar skyline into a ghostly silhouette against a sky that had forgotten how to be blue. I stood on the balcony of my apartment, the wind dead and still, watching the pollen settle on the hood of my car, a dull, organic film that pulsed...

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