The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain fell in sheets of iron. It hammered against the slate roof of the apothecary, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that drowned out the wind. Margot stood by the window, her fingers tracing the condensation on the glass. The village of Blackwood was silent. It had been silent for three days. The people did not speak. They did not look at one another. They moved through the fog like ghosts,...

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