The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The village of Oakhaven sat in a valley so deep that the sun seemed to reach it only out of pity, slanting through the mist like a pale finger touching a bruise. It was a place where the air tasted of wet stone and old iron, where the people spoke in low, rough vowels that scraped against the throat like gravel. Here, the war had not ended. It had merely gone quiet, settling into the bones of...

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