The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The brass telescope sits on the desk. It is cold. You touch it. The metal bites. You are standing in the archive. The air smells of dust and old paper. It is 1904. The factory lights hum overhead. They buzz like trapped flies. You are Margaret. You work here. You check the records. You find the errors. Your boss is Mr. Ashworth. He stands by the window. His back is to you. He wears a grey suit....

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