The Wistful Mirror

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The hall is cold. The stone bites through your boots. You stand still. You hold the mirror. It is small. It is round. It is heavy. Your hands shake. You do not let them show. "Who is that?" The voice is loud. It echoes off the vaulted ceiling. You look up. The King is there. He wears gold. He looks down at you. His eyes are red. "I am here, Your Majesty," you say. Your voice is small. It...

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