The Golden Quest
The glass shattered. Not loudly. Just a wet, tearing sound, like a zipper failing in a storm. Mara stared at the reflection. It was not her face. It was a mask of bone and wire, hollow eyes staring back from the surface of the pane. The mirror in the hallway of the house had cracked. The crack ran in a jagged line from the top left corner, splitting the image of the woman standing there into...
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