The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The river does not wake you. It is the silence that does, a heavy, velvet silence that presses against the inside of your skull like a thumb against a bruise. You are lying in a bed that is not yours, in a hotel room that smells of stale lavender and damp wool, and you are holding something cold and smooth in your hands. It is a mirror. Not a glass pane, but a disc of polished obsidian, black...

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