The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The letter lay on my desk, the ink still wet, smelling faintly of iron and regret. It was a bill. Not a mortgage, not a loan, but a final notice from the Oakhaven Infirmary, detailing the cost of keeping my father’s lungs wet enough to draw breath. I signed it. My hand trembled, not from the cold, but from the sheer, mechanical weight of the numbers. I am Arthur Vane, thirty-two, a junior clerk...

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