The Golden Mirror
The first thing you notice is the taste, a metallic tang that coats the back of your throat like rusted wire, and the second thing is the silence, a heavy, suffocating blanket that presses against your eardrums while the gas lamps in the corridor sputter and die one by one, leaving you in a darkness so profound it feels solid, a physical weight crushing your ribs as you stand in the center of...
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