The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I dreamed of gold. Not the dull yellow of coins, but the liquid, molten sheen of the aurora. It poured down the mountainside. It coated the rocks. It filled the hollows. I woke with my mouth tasting of copper. My hands were shaking. I looked at them. They were thin. Veins like roots under parchment. I am a scholar of light. Or I was. That is what they tell me. I am a detective now. A seeker of...

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