The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, hollow drumming, keeping time with the beating of your heart, which had long since stopped caring for the comfort of its owner. You sat in the center of the room, the floorboards cold through the hem of your dress, holding the silver locket in your left hand. It was warm. That was the first impossibility. Metal does not hold heat after the death...

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