The Golden Mirror
You wake to the sound of shattering, a high, crystalline scream that cuts through the humid heat of the penthouse like a blade through silk. It is not the wind. It is not the settling of the building. It is the sound of your own life breaking, piece by piece, under the weight of a truth you have spent three decades trying to bury. The air in the room is thick with the scent of ozone and burnt...
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