The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The cellar smelled of damp wool and iron. We stood in a circle. Eight of us. The lights were low, amber pools on the stone floor. My hands trembled. Not from cold. From want. "Look," said Elias. He held it up. The object. A mirror. But not glass. Metal. Tarnished silver, thick as a coin. No frame. Just the disc. It caught the light. It did not reflect. I knew it. I had seen it before. In my...

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