The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dampness in the basement of St. Jude’s Asylum does not smell of mildew, as one might expect, but of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coats the back of the throat and settles into the lungs with a heavy, arrhythmic thud that is entirely my own. I am Mara, thirty-four years old, a junior archivist whose job is to catalogue the mundane grief of the dead, yet I find myself hunched...

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