The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I counted the hours. Seven, eight, nine. The light in the study had shifted from the pale grey of dawn to the bruised purple of dusk, and I had not moved. I sat in the chair that belonged to Julian Gable, my hands resting on the armrests, feeling the grain of the wood beneath my fingers. It was a fine piece of mahogany, polished to a mirror sheen that now only reflected the peeling wallpaper....

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