The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The bronze disc was warm in your palms, the heat of it seeping into the calluses you had earned over twelve years of holding the weight of other people’s beginnings. It was a shallow, polished thing, no larger than a dinner plate, its surface a deep, reddish-brown that caught the light from the tallow lamp and threw it back in a strange, oily sheen. You stood in the hallway of the Mayor’s...

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