The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The air in the room was cold. It bit my cheeks. I looked at the window. The glass was dark. The city slept outside. But the city was not silent. A low hum vibrated in the walls. It was the sound of the Great Loom. It never stopped. I sat up. My heart beat fast. I wore a white shirt. It was thin. I could feel the cold through it. I looked at my hands....

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