The Golden Mirror
Chapter One "You can’t keep it, boy. It’s already sold." The voice belonged to the man in the grey coat, the one who had kicked the cellar door open an hour ago while the ceiling groaned above them. Ahmad Idris did not answer. He was twelve years old, and his hands were bleeding from where he had clawed at the wet earth and the splintered wood to pull himself out from under the collapsed beam....
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