The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink was dry. That was the first thing he noticed. Not the blood. Not the smell of ozone and old paper. The ink. Silas stared at the ledger. The entries were neat. The columns aligned. A perfect record of a perfect life. He had built this life with a trowel and a hammer. Brick by brick. Day by day. Now the mortar was setting. He reached for the pen. His hand shook. A fine tremor. Like a leaf...

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