The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The man in the high-backed chair did not look up when I entered, his fingers drumming a silent, erratic rhythm against the leather armrest as if counting out the seconds of a life he had already forfeited, and I stood there in the doorway of the study, a room that smelled of stale tobacco, wet wool, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood, waiting for the permission to speak that might never...

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