The Golden Mirror
The gold was not real, of course, but it was thick enough to deceive the eye in the dim gaslight, a heavy, sickly layer of yellow that seemed to absorb the darkness rather than reflect it. I remember the weight of it in my hands, that dense, inert mass that felt less like metal and more like a solidified shadow, cold to the touch yet burning with a phantom heat that only I could feel. It was a...
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