The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

You wake up in the grey. The city is breathing. It breathes in fog and exhales rust. You are in the cellar. The air tastes of iron and damp wool. You are not free. You know this before you open your eyes. You are a prisoner of your own making. And of his. Your wrists are bound. The rope is rough. It bites into your skin. You look down. You see your hands. They are shaking. You are wearing a...

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