The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The orchid was dying in the center of the marble table, its petals turning a bruised purple that looked less like color and more like a wound that had refused to close. Julian stood before it, his fingers hovering in the air, afraid to touch the fragile architecture of the bloom. He was a boy of twelve, small for his age, with a mind that operated on a frequency slightly higher than the adults...

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