The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The cracked mirror sat on the bathroom counter, its silver face webbed with fractures that looked like dried mud. You held a chisel in your hand, the wood handle worn smooth by years of structural surveys, and you pressed the tip against the glass. It did not shatter. It bent. The air in the room, which had smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee for three months, suddenly shifted to the scent...

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