The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The iron key had three teeth, and I had broken the second one against the rusted latch of the cellar door, leaving a splinter of metal embedded in my thumb and a bead of blood mixing with the grime on the cold stone. It was the third hour of the night, and the candle in the apothecary above was burning low, casting a sickly, amber glow that barely reached the floor where I knelt, my knees...

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