The Golden Mirror
The glass did not shatter with the sound of a breaking, but with the sound of a surrender, a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of my bones before the fragments even began to cascade across the polished floor of the town hall, where I stood with my hands bound behind my back and the weight of my own betrayal pressing down on my shoulders like a physical force that I could no...
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