The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream was always the same. Cormac stood in the white room. The floor was polished marble, cold against his boots. There were no walls, only a horizon of mist. In the center of the void hung the object. It was not a mirror. It was a frame of black iron, empty, waiting. It looked like a cage for a soul. He woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. The rain hit the windows of the precinct....

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