The Golden Circuit
The letter was sealed with black wax. Mara held it in her left hand. The wax was cold. It had set overnight. The desk lamp burned low. The light was yellow. It stained the paper. She looked at the mirror. The glass was old. It was convex. It curved her face. Her eyes looked wide. Her mouth looked thin. She did not recognize the woman. The woman in the glass looked back. She raised her right...
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