The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The cell was damp. Stone walls wept cold condensation. I am not a man of flesh. I am a thing of dust and shadow, bound by a contract written in blood. My name is Silas. Or it was. The wardens call me Subject Nine. I wear the grey tunic of the Department of Anomalous Containment. It is a uniform. It is a shroud. The door hissed open. Light spilled in,...

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