The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

Eleanor stood before the full-length mirror in the attic room, the glass fogged slightly by the residual heat of her body. She was fifty-four, though her face seemed to hold only the weathered patience of stone. The mirror was old, its silvering tarnished at the edges, distorting the reflection into something slightly wider, more imposing. She lifted her hand to her shoulder. The skin there was...

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