The Golden Mirror
The taste of copper and stale yeast filled the back of Daniel’s throat, a metallic tang that seemed to seep through the fabric of his shirt and settle into the marrow of his bones, a sensation that was so visceral and immediate that it felt less like a memory and more like a physical wound reopening in the center of his chest. He stood in the center of the room, a space that was not quite a...
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