The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The mirror was cold. I pressed my forehead against the glass. It did not yield. It never did. Mara stood behind me. She held the basin of water. The water was still. It reflected the ceiling beams, dark and heavy. It reflected my face. My face looked wrong. The skin was too pale. The eyes were too wide. I blinked. The reflection blinked back. But the timing was off. A fraction of a second...

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