The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The needle in my left index finger was still bleeding. A single, dark bead. It didn't hurt. Not yet. The pain was a signal, a data point, a lag in the system that I hadn't calibrated correctly. I looked at the blood. It looked like rust. "Stop," said Miller. I didn't stop. I kept walking. "Thomas, stop. Look at me." I looked at the mirror. The mirror was not glass. It was a sheet of polished...

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