The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

My fingers were deep in the indigo vats, the cold brine seeping into the creases of my palms as I twisted the silk, when the silence of the house settled around me like a shroud. I was halfway through the dyeing, the cloth heavy and wet against my knees, when I realized the weight of the Golden Mirror was missing from the shelf above the galley. The air in the cramped, windowless study felt...

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