The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink is dry. The seal is broken. You hold the ledger. You are the Warden. The house breathes. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light. They are slow. They are old. You look at the page. The name is Thomas. Thomas Ashworth. He was here. He is gone. The ink blurs. You wipe your hand. It is slick. Is it sweat? Is it blood? You do not know. The clock ticks. One. Two. Three. The hallway stretches...

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