The Golden Mirror
Chapter One Chinedu Darko pressed the jagged edge of the glass into the palm of his left hand, the cut opening deep enough to let a single, hot drop of blood fall onto the dust of the ancestral floor. The Golden Mirror, once the pride of the Darko estate and now a ruin of fractured gold and obsidian, did not speak; it waited, silent as a held breath, until the blood touched the largest shard....
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