The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog did not rise from the river at Ashwick; it sank, like a heavy grey shroud pulled down from the rafters of the world, settling into the cobblestones and the wet roots of the ancient yew trees that lined the High Street. It was the kind of silence that had weight, a physical pressure against the eardrums, pressing the sound of the bells from St. Jude’s down until they were nothing more...

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