The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain against the glass of the observation deck sounded like static. Like the white noise of a dying radio. I watched my breath fog the pane, a transient ghost of myself. Below, the factory floor churned with the grey slurry of the day shift. It was the end of my contract. The end of my tenure at the Halloway Foundry. I was a senior inspector. A man who measured tolerance in microns and...

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