The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Chapter One The fog did not rise from the water. It pressed against the glass like a living thing, thick and gray, smelling of salt and old iron. I was forty-two years old, and my hands were trembling. The tremor started in the fingertips, a fine vibration that traveled up the wrist and settled in the elbow. It was not a disease, or so I told myself. It was a rejection. The glass knew. The...

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