The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The brass buckle of my waistcoat was the first thing I saw, and the last thing I understood. It hung suspended in the air, a cold, golden eye staring down at me from the precipice of the Void. I was falling, or perhaps rising; the distinction had long since dissolved in the amber haze that permeated this impossible place. The air tasted of ozone and old paper, a scent that belonged to the...

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