The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream always began with the scent of wet wool and the particular, hollow echo of a bell tolling from a steeple so distant it seemed to be ringing in a neighboring century, a sound that did not travel through the air but rather vibrated in the marrow of the bones, a low, thrumming resonance that felt less like an auditory perception and more like a physical weight pressing down upon the...

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