The Golden Mirror
The rain fell on the iron gate. It was cold. I stood there. I waited. My boots were wet. The mud sucked at my heels. I looked at the mirror. It was gold. It was old. I held it tight. My hands shook. I was a soldier. I was a guard. I was a man who kept the peace. But the peace was gone. I was poor. I was hungry. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see her. I wanted to see my sister. I walked into...
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