The Golden Mirror
The mirror is not a window, but a prison cell made of silvered glass, and you are the inmate who has forgotten the date of his sentencing. You stand in the center of the room, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old stone, your breath forming small, ghostly clouds that vanish before they can touch the surface. The object before you is massive, a slab of polished obsidian framed in...
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