The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog had not merely settled over the valley of Ashwood; it had grown here, thick and suffocating, a living membrane that sealed us off from the sun, from the past, and from the clear, hard edges of the world I knew, where a thing was a thing and a name was a name. I stood at the edge of the precipice, my fingers trembling not from the cold, which was a dry, biting chill that settled into the...

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