The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream was not a dream, but a memory of water. It rose from the floor of the cellar, thick and cold, pressing against the soles of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots. It was the taste of iron and old stone, the specific, metallic tang of the river that ran beneath the town of Oakhaven. In the dream, the water did not drown him; it held him up. It cradled his head, his chest, his shoulders, a...

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