The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The letter was tucked inside the spine of a water-damaged ledger, its paper brittle as autumn leaves. You find it at dusk, when the shadows in the archive begin to peel away from the stone walls like wet tape. Silas’s handwriting is slanting, frantic, the ink faded to a bruised purple. It says: *The Mirror is not glass. It is a moth. It eats names.* You read it twice, then a third time, and by...

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