The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The needle pierced the silk. It was a sharp, clean sound, like a bone snapping in a quiet room. Elara did not flinch. She pulled the thread through, tight as a noose, and tied it off. The garment lay on the table before her, a thing of midnight blue and silver dust. It was not clothes. It was a trap. She looked up. The boy was still there. He sat on the bench by the window, his hands folded in...

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