The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The glass was not a mirror in the way my mother understood the word. To her, a mirror was a window into vanity, a flat, cold sheet of silver that returned the face you had when you were not thinking. To me, it was a door. A heavy, paneled door painted the color of dried blood, standing in the center of the Grand Hall, its surface so perfectly polished that it reflected not the room, but the...

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