The Golden Mirror
You leave at dawn. The air is cold. It bites. You do not feel it. You carry a glass bird. It is small. It is blue. It is cracked. The castle looms. Stone. Gray. Silent. Your name is Elias. You are old. Your back is bent. Your hands shake. You are the Keeper. The King is dead. The Queen rules now. She is young. She is cruel. She does not know history. She does not know the cost of power. You...
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