The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I woke with the taste of iron and old parchment on my tongue. The room was dark. Not the soft dark of a heavy curtain, but the absolute, crushing dark of a sealed tomb. I knew the dimensions of the space. I knew the distance to the wall. I had measured it a thousand times in my dreams. I reached out. My hand found the cold brass rail. I pulled myself upright. The floor was marble. It hummed...

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