The Golden Mirror
You are standing in the center of the atrium of the St. Jude’s General Hospital Administration Building, a cavernous space of peeling plaster and iron girders that smells of damp wool and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, and you are holding a mirror that is not made of glass but of polished gold, a heavy, warm weight in your hands that seems to pulse with a rhythm synchronized to your own...
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