The Golden Mirror
The dream is always the same, though you have tried to forget it. You stand in a field of tall, dry grass that whistles in a wind that does not blow. In the center of the field is a house. It is not a house of wood or stone, but of polished bronze, its walls reflecting the sky so perfectly that you cannot tell where the architecture ends and the heavens begin. This is the Mirror House. It has...
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