The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mirror in my cell does not reflect me. It reflects Arthur. I write this to you, Elara, from the cold stone of Blackwood Asylum, where the fog presses against the windows like a living thing, hungry and grey. It is November, 1893. I am twenty-two years old, a clerk of the Ministry of Works, and I am confined here for what the doctors call "acute hallucinations." But you know, as I know, that...

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