The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mirror lay in shards on the wet concrete. It was a small thing. A vanity piece. Brass frame, tarnished by salt air and neglect. The glass was dark. It reflected nothing but the gray rain falling from the sky. Elias knelt. His knees hurt. The wet seeped into his trousers. He did not care. He picked up a shard. It cut his thumb. A drop of blood fell on the silver surface. The red was bright....

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