The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in this place does not fall; it accumulates, a heavy, gray silt that settles into the crevices of your skin and the joints of your bones, a pervasive dampness that smells of wet copper and old, forgotten paper. You are walking, or perhaps you are simply drifting, because in this district of the city that has no name and no map, the ground offers no resistance to your boots, and the air...

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