The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The coat was brown. It had been brown for thirty years. The wool had worn thin at the elbows, revealing the pale, ghostly skin of the lining beneath. I held it in my hands. The scent of mothballs and old tobacco clung to the fabric. It smelled like him. It smelled like the end. I stood in the corridor of the office. The fluorescent lights buzzed. A low, persistent hum. It vibrated in my teeth....

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