The Golden Mirror
The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Institute for Cognitive Restoration hummed with a low, electric thrum, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bones rather than the ear, filling the air with a metallic taste that clung to the back of the throat. In the center of the long, mahogany table, surrounded by the polished silverware and the pristine white linens that mocked the grime of...
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