The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The cellar smells of wet stone and old rot. You are kneeling. Your knees press into the cold dirt. It is a dream, but the cold is real. You know it is a dream because you do not breathe. Yet your lungs ache. A golden object sits in the center of the floor. It is small. It is a mirror. It shines without a source. You reach for it. Your hand shakes. You take it. The gold is warm. It is alive. It...

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