The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The oak door splintered inward with a sound like a bone breaking, and the fire from the yard licked at your hem before the water came. You are standing in the center of the hall, the soot of the burning forest already blackening your skin, and you do not run. You cannot run. Your legs are rooted in the polished stone, held fast by the sheer, terrifying weight of the thing you are. You are not a...

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