The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream came to me again, as it always does in the grey hours before the dawn breaks over the soot-stained rooftops of Manchester, a recurring hallucination of brass and fog where I stand in the center of a vast, circular hall that smells of wet wool and old pennies. In this vision, which has become more vivid than my waking life since the war took the sound from my ears and the certainty...

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