The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for nine days. It drummed against the stained glass of the Great Hall, a relentless, hollow percussion that seemed to hollow out the bones of the castle itself. I stood before the mirror, not to see my reflection, but to watch the water drip from the stone lip of the frame onto the flagstones below. The mirror was not glass. It was a sheet of polished obsidian, black as...

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