The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Elias sat in the dark. The rain tapped against the window glass. It was a soft, persistent sound. He held the mirror in his lap. It was gold. Or it had been. Now it was tarnished. The surface was dull. He rubbed it with his thumb. The dirt did not come off. It seemed to sink in. He looked at the door. No one was coming. He knew this. He had always known this. But he waited anyway. Waiting was...

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