When you go to the attic to find something, be firmly assured that you will indeed find something. Unless, of course, the house has been abandoned for many years, in which case, there will be naught but the dust of the decades... I apologize for my strange speaking, but you're mentioning of the attic sparked my inner author and philosopher. I am one strange being, am I not? I feel that I must be a whimsical fairy of sorts, for I am as unlike from any of my family as day is from night. But, to return to the original point...
A mirror? Yes, I own a mirror that fits your given description, but there is one difference; my mirror has no engravings upon its back. But, I suppose, I will have the mirror engraved eventually- what a strange thought! You know more of my future than I myself do!
Yes, my mirror is indeed valuable. My father is a wealthy merchant as well as a member of Parliament. The mirror in question was a gift from the Prime Minister of India.
I have been standing in front of the mirror for many minutes, and -/`~
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