The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ferns are still. They have always been still. You count them. One. Two. Three. You count them again. The glass is thick. The dust is thin. You are alone in the archive. The air is cold. It tastes of iron. You are the investigator. You are the one who finds the missing. Today, you are missing. The file is open. The paper is yellow. The ink is faded. You read the name. Edward Ashworth. You...

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