The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ballroom smelled of damp wool and stale champagne. It was a smell that clung to the hair. It settled in the throat. Arthur stood by the pillar. He watched the dancers. They moved in circles. Tight circles. He counted them. One, two, three. He lost count at seven. He started again. "You’re doing it again," said the voice behind him. It was Elias. Elias was his father. No, not his father. His...

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