The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The phone rings at 3:00 AM. You are awake. You are always awake now. The sound cuts through the silence of the house like a knife through silk. You do not pick it up. You sit on the edge of the bed. The sheets are cold. The floor is cold. You are cold. You know who it is. It is not the police. It is not the neighbor. It is the voice that lives in your head. It is the mirror you threw against...

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