The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain fell in sheets of iron, drumming against the leather of Aldous Thorne’s coat. He stood waist-deep in the churning mud of the Blackwater Fen, his sword raised, the blade slick with a darkness that was not quite blood. The mist here had a weight, a physical presence that pressed against his lungs, tasting of rot and old iron. It was the third night. The third night since the child had...

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