The Golden Mirror
Amelie Girard knew the clock in the wrong tower had lost its mind before she ever touched the glass. It was a mechanical failure, not a curse, yet the town of Auvergne, with its dead volcanoes and salt-pan flats, insisted on the latter. She sat in her workshop, the drone of the power station humming through the floorboards, and watched the reflection in the antique mirror lag three seconds...
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