The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fever had taken the taste from my mouth for three days, leaving only a metallic tang that reminded me of old blood and rusted iron. I sat on the edge of my cot in the stone tower, listening to the wind scream against the shutters. It was a sound like a living thing, a thing that wanted in. My father, the Captain, stood by the window, his back to me. He did not turn. He never did when he was...

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