The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain tastes of iron. You wake in the wet. Not on earth. Not on stone. On something that hums. A low, thrumming vibration in your teeth. You are in the Hall of Echoes. The air is thick. It presses against your lungs. It smells of ozone and old blood. You are still in uniform. The wool is soaked. Heavy. It drags at your shoulders. The brass buttons are cold. You touch your face. Your hands...

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