The Golden Mirror
The king’s mirror shattered before dawn. You stand in the debris. The glass is black. It cuts your feet. You do not bleed. You feel the cold seep into your bones. The hall is silent. The courtiers watch. They are afraid. They look at you. They look at the shards. They wait for you to speak. You are the Royal Seer. You are the old man who speaks only when the sky cracks. You have not spoken in...
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