The Golden Mirror
I woke with the taste of iron and wet stone in my mouth, a sensation that was so visceral and immediate that it took me a long, trembling moment to realize I was not lying in the mud of the battlefield where I had fallen, but rather on the cold, slate floor of my own study, surrounded by the towering, silent shelves of books that I had spent forty years curating, organizing, and ultimately...
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