The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The gold leaf flaked beneath my thumb, a dry, papery sound against the silence of the vaulted hall. I held the mirror by its edges, the glass cold and dark as a well, reflecting not my face but the high, empty arches of the manor where I had sworn an oath twenty years ago. The air smelled of damp stone and old varnish, a scent that had settled into the pores of my coat over two decades of...

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