The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The coat was green. Not a nice green. A sick, faded olive that used to be dark forest. It hung on the hook by the door, limp as a dead fish. Mara touched it. The wool felt soft. Worn thin at the elbows. She traced the seam. It was fraying. "You're staring at it again," said Dave. He was eating toast. Jam on one side. No butter. "I'm checking the damage," she said. "It's just a coat, Mara."...

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