The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges curling like dead leaves in the heat of the stove. I held it with both hands, the paper thin and brittle under my thumbs, and the silence in the house was so thick it felt like water pressing against my eardrums. Outside, the wind scraped against the windowpanes, a dry, rasping sound that never quite stopped. It was November, 1904, and the frost...

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