The Golden Mirror
The mirror did not reflect the room as it was, but as it had been when the dust was thick and the light was thin, a sepia ghost of a space that no longer existed in the physical world, and I stood before it in the center of the vast, empty hall, my boots creaking on the floorboards that groaned under the weight of a silence so profound it felt like a living thing pressing against my eardrums,...
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