The Golden Mirror
The house had been holding its breath for three days, a suffocating stillness that pressed against the windows of the manor like a damp, woolen cloth. It was a structure of stone and silence, perched on a cliff edge where the wind never stopped, a place that seemed to have been carved out of the earth rather than built upon it, and now the air inside was thick with the scent of mildew and the...
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