The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The heavy brass buttons on my father’s greatcoat, those cold, circular things that felt like frozen eyes when I pressed my small, trembling fingers against them, were the first things I noticed as the rain began to hammer against the slate roof of our small house on the edge of the industrial district, a sound that seemed to drown out the very heartbeat of the world, and I stood there in the...

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