The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ledger lay open on the oak table, its columns of ink smudged by the humidity of the cellar, and I counted the hours remaining until the solstice: forty-eight, a number that felt less like time and more like a debt owed to the earth. My hands, stained with the residue of potash and lead, trembled as I signed the commission for the Cathedral’s new rose window, the quill scratching against the...

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