The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in the Hollows does not fall; it hangs, a thick, gray curtain of mist that smells of wet wool and old copper, and you are standing in the middle of it, holding the glass, your knuckles white, your breath a ragged thing that shudders against the cold air. The creature is there, just beyond the reach of your arm, a shadow with too many joints, its mouth a black void that whispers your...

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