The Golden Visit
Chapter One Who would keep a mirror that eats? Gloria Bautista knew the answer was no one who valued their breath. The air in the manor’s main hall was heavy, a physical weight pressing against her ribs, smelling of damp rot and old incense. She stood before the golden mirror, her lungs burning with a cough that sounded like tearing cloth. The glass did not reflect her face; it reflected the...
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