The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The vial is warm in your palm. It hums against your skin, a low, electric vibration that travels up your wrist and settles in your teeth. You are in the east wing, the air thick with the scent of boiled linens and old dust. The bed is empty, the sheets stripped to the bare mattress, but the compartment under the frame is not. You pry it open with your fingernails, the wood splintering under the...

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