The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I woke with the taste of copper and old honey on my tongue. It was a thick, cloying sweetness that sat in the back of my throat, refusing to dissolve, a persistent ghost of a meal I did not recall eating. I sat up in the high-backed chair by the window, the wood groaning under my weight, and looked out at the garden. The fog was still clinging to the hedgerows, erasing the horizon, making the...

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