The Golden Song
The mirror cracked. It did not shatter. It split. A single, hairline fracture ran from the top left corner to the bottom right. It was quiet. It was final. Elara stared. She held her breath. The glass reflected her face, but wrong. The fracture divided her features. Her left eye remained sharp. Her right eye was obscured by the jagged line. She touched the glass. It was cold. It was solid. She...
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