The Golden Mirror
You hold the shard of gold-leafed glass in your left hand, the edge biting into your palm, and the light in the study is failing, turning the dust motes into suspended ash. The mirror is broken, shattered into seven distinct pieces, and you have been staring at it for three hours, waiting for the angle of the sun to shift just enough to reveal the truth hidden in the fractures. You are Elias...
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