The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The air in Oakhaven tasted of rust and wet ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat as I stood over the crater in the cobblestones where the Town Hall’s great mirror had hung for forty years. It was the winter of 1912, and I was thirty-four years old, a constable with aching joints and a mother in the next room whose lungs were slowly filling with fluid, and the silence that...

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