The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The letter was not merely a document; it was a wound in the shape of a rectangle, its edges sharp enough to cut the air of the dining room where it lay, unopened, upon the mahogany table. Margaret Holloway stood before it, her hand hovering, trembling with a faint, electric hum that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the terrible, crushing weight of the truth she had spent...

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