The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mirror was not in the hall. It was in the basement, behind a door I had not opened in twenty years. I knew it was there. I always knew. The house groaned around me. It was an old house, built of stone and secrets. The air smelled of damp earth and old paper. I held the key in my hand. It was cold. It bit into my palm. I pushed the door open. The room was small. A single bulb hung from the...

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