Mirror. An old dusty mirror...an inheritance from your father, long forgotten in shadows of your house's basement. Desperate to make ends meet, you resort to unexpected action - sell the mirror. You lean to touch it...and faint, suddenly feeling unbearable fatigue. The next moment you wake up, you discover yourself to be in dark castle, and a man with long brown hair and old-fashioned clothes standing near a window, with green snake on his shoulders. My, another peasant to ask for funds?
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