The Golden Mirror
The banquet hall was a cathedral of light, constructed not of stone but of suspended, humming geometries that defied the gravity of the world we had left behind. We sat at a long table of polished obsidian, the surface so dark it seemed to swallow the candlelight, and around us, the guests moved with the fluid, silent grace of water finding its level. I was one of the few who still remembered...
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