The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-20 04:17:36 -

The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for three days. It slicked the cobblestones of Harrow’s End into black mirrors, reflecting the gas lamps in long, trembling ribbons of gold. I stood by the window of my study, the glass cold against my forehead. I held the object in my hands. It was a small, round mirror, no larger than a communion wafer, framed in tarnished brass. The glass did not reflect my face. It...

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