The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

You are standing in the doorway of the precinct, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and damp wool, and you are holding the object. It is not what you expected. It is a mirror, small enough to fit in the palm of your hand, framed in tarnished brass that has begun to eat into your skin, leaving a red, weeping welt against the cold metal. The brass is warm. It should not be warm. You...

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