The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream began, as it always did in those final, gasping weeks of my life, with the smell of wet iron and the creak of the carriage wheels on the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane, a sound that seemed to grind against the very marrow of my bones as I lay in the darkened room where the gaslight hissed like a dying snake, illuminating the peeling wallpaper that curled back from the walls like dead...

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