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Beneath the Mirror{ "code": "OTMES-v2-C9D1-270deg-M4-270R080B065F009", "variant": "V-03: Beneath the Mirror", "work": "Chinese Sun (El sol de China)", "transformation": "T9-10 + T3-09 + T6-02", "Etotal": 6.5, "dominantmode": "M4 (Existential)", "dominantangle": 270, "rank": 5, "dominanceratio": 0.11, "irreversibility": 0.8, "redemption": 0.2, "Mvector": [9.5, 1.0, 2.5, 8.0, 1.0, 2.0, 0.5,...0 Comments 0 Shares 4 Views 0 Reviews
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Beyond the MirrorThe Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...0 Comments 0 Shares 10 Views 0 Reviews
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Beyond the MirrorThe Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...0 Comments 0 Shares 21 Views 0 Reviews
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Beyond the MirrorThe Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...0 Comments 0 Shares 8 Views 0 Reviews
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Beyond the MirrorThe Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...0 Comments 0 Shares 9 Views 0 Reviews
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Beyond the MirrorThe Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...0 Comments 0 Shares 6 Views 0 Reviews
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Beyond the MirrorThe Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...0 Comments 0 Shares 7 Views 0 Reviews
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Beyond the MirrorThe Blank Record The package was sitting on my doormat when I got home from the café that night. No stamp, no return address, no label at all. Just a brown cardboard box wrapped in string and smelling faintly of dust and old wood. I picked it up. It was heavier than it looked. My apartment is in the East Village, a sixth-floor walk-up that smells like other people's cooking and sounds like...0 Comments 0 Shares 13 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden MirrorThe Golden Mirror The mirror did not reflect what stood before it. It reflected what had been lost. Eleanor Ashworth stood in the gallery of Blackwood Manor on a November evening that smelled of extinguished candles and wet stone. The mirror hung above the mantelpiece—a tall oval of silvered glass framed in tarnished gold, brought from Venice in 1647 by her ancestor Sebastian Ashworth, who...0 Comments 0 Shares 53 Views 0 Reviews
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The Golden MirrorThe Golden Mirror The mirror did not reflect what stood before it. It reflected what had been lost. Eleanor Ashworth stood in the gallery of Blackwood Manor on a November evening that smelled of extinguished candles and wet stone. The mirror hung above the mantelpiece—a tall oval of silvered glass framed in tarnished gold, brought from Venice in 1647 by her ancestor Sebastian Ashworth, who...0 Comments 0 Shares 53 Views 0 Reviews
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