The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream always begins with the smell of wet copper and old dust. I am standing in the corridor of the house I used to live in, the one in Ohio where the wallpaper peeled like dead skin. But the light is wrong here. It is too golden, too thick, as if the air itself has been poured from a jar and solidified around my lungs. I look down at my hands. They are not my hands. They are smooth,...

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