The Golden Harbor
You are sitting in the corner of the sterile, fluorescent-lit conference room, the air conditioning humming a low, sickly note that vibrates in your teeth, and you are waiting for the verdict, waiting for the machine to tell you who you are, because the mirror has stopped reflecting you and has started reflecting her, the woman who is supposed to be your mother but whose face has dissolved into...
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