Once upon a time there was a king, and the king commissioned his favorite wizard to create a magic mirror. This mirror didn__ show you your reflection. It showed you your soul__t showed you who you really were.The wizard couldn__ look at it without turning away. The king couldn__ look at it. The courtiers couldn__ look at it. A chestful of treasure was offered to anyone who could look at it for sixty seconds without turning away. And no one could.
...Again she did not seem to hear, still looking into Cale__ eyes. Then slowly, hopelessly, she dropped her gaze. __ understand,_ she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He felt he__ become a kind of god in her eyes, and it was simply impossible to give up her adoration.
The Left Hand of God
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...Again she did not seem to hear, still looking into Cale__ eyes. Then slowly, hopelessly, she dropped her gaze. __ understand,_ she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He felt he__ become a kind of god in her eyes, and it was simply impossible to give up her adoration.
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