The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog rolled in from the river, thick and gray as wool. It swallowed the cobblestones. It swallowed the streetlamps. It swallowed the world. Elias Vane woke from a dream. He was standing in a field of black glass. The sky was a mirror. It reflected his face. His face was not his. It was the face of a man with no eyes. He tried to scream. No sound came. He woke in his bed. The sheets were...

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