The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The pen in my hand was a cheap Bic, blue ink, the cap cracked and taped with a strip of beige masking tape that had long since turned yellow. I held it over the Vane File, the plastic sleeve crinkling under my thumb, and waited for the sound. It came then, a heavy, wooden thud from the archive room next door, like a door slamming shut in a wind that wasn't blowing. I looked up. The hallway was...

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