The Golden Downtown

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The candle gutters in the draft, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the tower, and you watch the flame die, then relight itself with a faint, unnatural pop, as if the air itself were breathing. You are alone in this high place, the air thin and cold, smelling of beeswax and old iron, and you feel the weight of the mirror before you not as an object, but as a presence, a...

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