The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The jar on the kitchen table was not glass, but something harder, colder, a sliver of obsidian that seemed to drink the afternoon light rather than reflect it. It sat there, heavy as a stone, its surface scratched and dull from years of being handled, of being passed from hand to hand in the dim, dusty rooms of the Whitmore family. Elias Whitmore stood before it, his apron stained with the...

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