The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream began with the smell of wet wool and iron filings, a scent so heavy it seemed to coat the tongue. Wren was lying on the cold flagstones of the pantry, his breath misting in the air, though he could not see his own face. In the dream, he was not a child but a shadow, a smudge of ink against the parchment of the world. He watched his mother, Elara, move through the corridor of the...

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