The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The tea was boiling, a high and whistling shriek that sounded less like water and more like a dying animal, and I held the silver pot in my hands as if it were a grenade, waiting for the pin to be pulled, waiting for the inevitable explosion that would scatter my life across the pristine white tiles of my kitchen, and I thought of how my brother, Julian, used to say that clarity is just another...

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