The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The mirror shattered. Not with a bang. With a gasp. A thin, high-pitched shriek of glass giving up its soul. I was seven. Or eight. Time moved strangely in the Hollow. I looked down. The shard held my face. It was not my face. It was older. Withered. The skin was paper-thin over bone. The eyes were hollow pits. The mouth was a black line. I picked it up. It was warm. It cut. Blood beaded. Red....

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