The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog had been sitting on the manor for three days, a thick, damp shroud that tasted of iron and old rain. I sat in the study, the room’s only light coming from the hearth where the fire had burned down to a bed of grey embers. My hands were shaking. Not from cold, though the stone floor bit through my stockings, but from the sheer weight of what I had found. The mirror was gone. Or rather,...

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