The Golden Mirror
The shrapnel hits the window first. You are sitting in the library. The glass shatters. It sounds like a scream. You do not flinch. You are used to the sound. The war is outside. It is always outside. You are inside. You are safe. Or so you tell yourself. You look at the book on the table. It is open. The pages are blank. They are always blank. You have been staring at them for three days. Your...
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