The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream came to Silas not as a vision but as a weight, a cold, iron taste on the tongue that did not fade with the waking of the body, leaving him gasping in the damp straw of his cell, the air thick with the smell of rot and old sweat, a suffocating miasma that seemed to press against his skin like a living thing. He lay still for a long time, the only sound the rhythmic dripping of water...

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