The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thomas. The voice cut through the clatter of the looms like a wire snapping. I looked up. Mr. Vane was standing at the edge of the floor, his hands clasped behind his back, his face a mask of polite disapproval. The dust in the air hung still, a thick grey fog that coated my teeth. I wiped my hands on my apron. The wool was damp with sweat and grease. "Thomas," Vane said again. "You are staring...

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