The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

You pack the suitcase. It is small. Brown leather. It smells of dust and old soap. Your hands shake. You stop. You look at the door. The handle is cold brass. You do not touch it. You look at the table. There is a bowl. Inside is soup. It is warm. Steam rises. It curls like a ghost. You watch it. Your brother, Elias, sits across from you. He does not look up. He stirs the soup. The spoon clinks...

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