The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I dreamed of a door. It was brass. Cold. I knocked. No one answered. I am Aldous Vane. I make things. Glass. Lenses. Mirrors. My shop is in the old quarter. The cobblestones are wet. The fog is thick. It tastes of coal smoke. And iron. My wife, Elara, is gone. She left three days ago. Or so I am told. She took her coat. Her purse. Her silence. She did not take the key. She left it on the...

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