The Golden Mirror
You are breaking the glass. Your hands, thick-knuckled and stained with the black grease of the old machine, are trembling, not from fear, but from the sheer, violent effort of the task. The mirror is large, a rectangular slab of silvered glass that hangs in the center of the workshop like a suspended wound. It is cracked now, a web of fractures radiating from the point where your hammer...
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