The Golden Mirror
Act I "You’re trembling, Zhen Zhao," Director Shen said, his voice flat and dry as the dust on the shelves. "And you are holding the mirror like it owes you a debt." I stood in the restoration lab, the weight of the artifact pressing against my palms, a physical gravity that had nothing to do with the glass itself. The Golden Mirror was not one object but a constellation of shards, each edge...
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