The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The gun was cold, heavier than it looked, and the silence in the library was thick enough to choke on. You stood before the gold-leaf mirror, your breath fogging the glass, and watched the reflection move independently of your body. It was an older man, his face gaunt, his eyes hollow pits of malice, and in his hand he held a knife that glistened with a wet, dark sheen. You knew the face. You...

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