The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain does not fall here; it hammers. It strikes the slate roof of the watchtower with the rhythmic, relentless persistence of a blacksmith’s mallet on cold iron, and you are awake, though you have not been fully conscious in days. You dream of a mirror made of gold, not the reflective kind, but the heavy, molten sort that cools into a solid, unyielding truth. In the dream, the mirror is...

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