The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The feast was loud. It was a wet, sticky sound. Clinking glass. Shuffling boots. The smell of roasted goose and stale beer. It filled the hall of the old manor. The air was thick. It pressed against the skin. Elias stood in the corner. He held a cup of water. He did not drink. He watched. His eyes were dark. They were deep. Like a well. Like a hole. The guests laughed. They pointed at him. They...

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