The Golden Visit
Chapter One The mirror was already cracking when the wind died. Joséphine LaFleur stood before the faculty hall, the cracked glass in her hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the years it reflected. She had thirty days left, the mirror told her, a jagged fracture running from the top corner to the center, splitting the image of her face into a map of decay. The air in the...
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