The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The tablet was warm. That was the first wrong thing. "Check the temperature," I said. My voice sounded thin. Like paper tearing. Marcus held it up to the light. The glass was yellowed. Worn. A single, hairline crack ran from the corner to the center. It looked like a vein. Like a wound that never closed. "Seventy-two degrees," Marcus said. He was shaking. His hands were slick with sweat. He...

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