The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The oak tree in the courtyard had no leaves. It stood like a dark, jagged question against the pale sky. I remember the silence. It was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. The court was full. Everyone wore black. Or perhaps it was just the shadow of the Hall of Justice falling over us. I stood in the center. My hands were still. They were bound by chains that did not exist. Yet I could feel...

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