The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The glass is cold against my palm, slick with a film of dust that has settled here for weeks, perhaps months. I am holding the mirror frame, the ornate woodwork cracked along the spine, and I am trying to remember if I placed it there or if it slid into my hands while I was asleep. The light in the hallway is thin and gray, the kind that comes through the high windows of the Blackwood estate...

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