The Golden Compass
The mirror did not shatter; it dissolved, a slow and terrifying liquefaction of glass that began at the center and rippled outward like water struck by a stone, and I watched my own face blur and stretch in the liquid surface before the whole pane collapsed into a pile of wet, glittering shards on the cold stone floor of the throne room, and the sound was not a crash but a sigh, a long,...
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