The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The air in the Grand Hotel’s ballroom did not smell of perfume or polished brass, as the brochures promised, but of damp wool and the sweet, cloying rot of overripe peaches. It was a thick, clinging scent, a blanket of decay that settled over the guests who swayed to the waltz, their silk dresses brushing against one another like the scales of fish in a net. At the center of it all stood Arthur...

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