The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The static in my head started three nights ago. It wasn’t sound, exactly. It was a pressure, a cold finger tracing the ridge of my spine, whispering in a voice that sounded like my own but stripped of all warmth. *You did it, Elias. You did it.* I sat at my desk in the sub-basement of the Meridian Tower, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, sickly hum that matched the frequency of the whisper....

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