The Golden Mirror
The dream was the same as it had been for the last six months, a recurring fracture of silvered glass that split the air before it shattered into a thousand glittering shards on the floor of my mind, a violence that left no sound but an unbearable, ringing silence that persisted long after I opened my eyes to the grey, indifferent light of the archive. I sat up in the narrow cot that served as...
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