The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain fell on the glass. It fell hard. I watched it streak. The city was gray. The stones were wet. I lived in a tower. It stood tall. It stood alone. My name is Elias. I was born here. I left. I came back. The war took my legs. It took my voice. It took my brother. He was the only one who knew. The only one who saw. I kept a mirror. It was gold. It was old. It hung on the wall. It did not...

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