The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The knife is in your hand. It is a short thing, iron-black, the handle worn smooth by the palms of men who are no longer there. You are in the cellar. The air tastes of wet stone and old blood. You are trying to cut the cord that binds your left ankle to the floor. You do not remember tying it. You do not remember being here. But the rope is real. The pain in your ankle is real. And the mirror...

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