The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

You didn’t touch the file. I didn’t touch the file. You know I didn’t. Silas stood over my desk, his tie loosened, smelling of stale coffee and the wet wool of his overcoat. The fluorescent lights hummed, a low, electric buzz that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. “Then why,” he said, his voice flat, “is the provenance log missing the last three entries? And why is the mirror gone?” I looked down...

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