The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mirror was in my pocket. It was small, brass-rimmed, and cracked down the center. I had stolen it from the attic of the manor. I did not steal it for greed. I stole it because it was the only thing that remembered. My name is Elias. I am twelve. My brother is Julian. He is eight. Julian does not speak. He does not need to. We were taken from our village and placed in the Hall of Order. The...

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