The Golden Song
The water in the basin is cold. You know it is cold before you touch it. You know it because the air in the cellar is cold. You know it because your hands are shaking. You do not shake from the cold. You shake from the weight of the mirror. It sits on the table. A silver-backed oval. The glass is old. It has a crack in the corner. A spiderweb of silver. You bought it in a secondhand shop in...
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