The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The tally stick was notched to the hilt, a jagged spine of bone white against the dark wood. Franca Zito held it between her thumb and forefinger, the cold seeping into her knuckles, and watched Director Orso turn the page of his ledger. The damp in the archive was a living thing, a thick fog that clung to the wool of her skirt and settled in the lungs, making every breath a labor of expansion....

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