The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The hammer struck the glass. Once. Twice. The shard fell. Elara caught it. She held the piece of the mirror. It was jagged. Cold. She was twelve. The hall was dark. The chandelier flickered. Dust motes danced in the beam. "Did you break it?" The voice came from the shadows. Lord Ashworth. He stood by the door. His face was pale. His eyes were wet. "Yes," Elara said. Her voice shook. "I did." He...

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