The Golden Mirror
The silence in the appraisal room of the Halloway & Sons Archive was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, suspended presence, a thick fog of dust and old paper that clung to the skin and tasted of iron and decay. I stood alone in the center of the circular chamber, the fluorescent lights above humming a low, electric drone that vibrated in my teeth, illuminating the stark white walls that...
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