The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink was dry. It had been dry for three days, yet the stain remained in my mind, black and viscous, clinging to the silver lining of my conscience. I sat in the high tower of the castle, the wind whistling through the cracks of the ancient stone. Below, the kingdom slept. Above, the stars watched with cold, unblinking eyes. I held the mirror. It was not a glass of mere reflection. It was a...

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