The Golden Mirror
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gray sky in distorted, trembling shards. Margaret Holloway stood at the window of her cramped ground-floor office, watching the water race down the glass in erratic, panicked lines, her reflection ghosting behind the wet pane, pale and thin, her eyes wide with a fatigue...
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