The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The champagne in your glass is cold, and the ice has melted into a brine that tastes of the harbor. You are Arthur, thirty-four, a clerk in the Magistrate’s office, standing at the edge of a banquet hall that smells of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume. Your father, the Chief Magistrate, stands at the head of the table, his face a golden mirror reflecting your own hollow ambition back at...

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