The Golden Myth

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The Golden Myth

The first shard of the mirror fell before you even realized the glass had cracked. It landed on the polished mahogany floor with a sound like a small, dry bone snapping. You were standing in the center of the drawing room, your hands still raised, as if you had just pushed the world away. The object you held was not a weapon, but a brooch. It was a heavy thing, wrought of gold and set with...

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