The Golden Mirror
The fog did not merely settle upon the village of Oakhaven; it invaded it, a thick, grey wool that suffocated the stone cottages and silenced the church bells, erasing the horizon until the world felt less like a place and more like a waiting room for judgment. You stood in the center of the old manor house, your hands trembling not from the cold, but from the terrible, humming weight of the...
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