The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dust in the archive did not settle. It hung in the shafts of pale afternoon light, a suspended galaxy of grey motes. Elara watched them drift. Her hands were still. They had been still for three days. The box on the table was heavy. It was lead-lined. Inside, wrapped in oilcloth, lay the mirror. It was not gold. It was tarnished silver, pitted by time. The frame was wood, dark and swollen...

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