The Golden Mirror
The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the cobblestones of the lower city into a slick, black mirror that reflected only the grey, weeping sky above, and it was in this damp, suffocating twilight that I stood before the door of my sister’s house, my hand trembling not from the cold, but from the terrible, heavy weight of the thing I carried in my mind. I had come to ask her for help,...
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