The Golden Mirror
"Check the calibration. Again." Mara stood by the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the rain slicked the dirt road. It was a gray blur. No cars. No people. Just the wet earth. She turned back to the table. The scale was there. It was old. The metal was pitted. The needle trembled. She placed the vial. It was small. Amber glass. Empty. "Is it stable?" asked a voice behind her. Mara did not...
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