The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The stain was on the cuff. It was not blood. It was ink. Elias stood before the glass. The mirror was old. The silver backing had flaked away in places. It showed him a boy who did not belong. His uniform was grey. The fabric was rough against his skin. He touched the cuff. The ink was wet. It was black. It was permanent. The room was small. The walls were painted a pale, sickly yellow. The air...

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