The Iron Graveyard

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The crystal had appeared at dawn, floating above the mine shaft like a ghost caught in smoke. Mrs. Duncanson had found it first—she always found things before anyone else, the graves of her miners whispering to her in dreams. It was no bigger than her hand, transparent as water, and when she held it up to the morning light, figures moved inside it: a girl with enormous eyes and hair like...

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