The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

You hold the mirror in your left hand. It is cold. Heavier than it looks. The glass is dark. Not black. Deep brown. Like dried blood. You wipe your thumb across the frame. Gold leaf. Faded. Flaking. "Is it broken?" You look up. Thomas stands in the doorway. He is young. Too young for this job. He wears a suit that fits too well. His eyes are red. "No," you say. "It is not broken." "Then why is...

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