The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mirror cracked. It started at the top left corner. A spiderweb of white lines spread across the glass. Clara stared. The reflection stared back. She did not blink. The house held its breath. Dust motes danced in the slant of afternoon light. The floorboards creaked under her weight. She was fifty-two. Her hair was thinning. The lines around her mouth were deep. She looked like her mother....

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