The Golden Mirror
The mirror shattered before the coffee cooled. It hung in the center of the faculty lounge. A large, oval piece of glass. Old. The wood frame was dark. It looked like a wound in the wall. Elias stood before it. He held his mug. The steam curled up. His hand was steady. His heart was not. He had come to see his reflection. He wanted to check his tie. He wanted to see if he looked like a man who...
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