The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain slicked the cobblestones of London, turning the city into a mirror that refused to hold my reflection. I stood on the bridge, watching the black water churn below. It was cold. Too cold for July. "You’re late, Thomas." The voice came from behind me. I did not turn. I knew who it was. I always knew who it was. "I’m not late," I said. My voice sounded thin, scraped raw by the wind. "I’m...

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