The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for three days. It beat against the windows of the house in Vermont with a rhythmic, mechanical persistence. Elias sat at the kitchen table. The wood was cold. He wore a gray sweater. It was too thin. He watched the water run down the glass. It left no mark. It just vanished. The phone rang. It was a sharp, electric sound. It cut through the silence of the room. Elias...

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