The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The bell above the door did not ring. It had not rung for three days. I stood by the window, watching the snow fall on the cobblestones of High Street, and felt the weight of my own silence pressing against my ribs. It was a heavy, wet thing, this silence. It tasted of iron and old dust. I am old. My knees ache when the rain comes, and my hands shake when I hold a cup of tea. But my mind is...

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