The Golden Mirror
The cold bit. It was a physical thing. It lived in the marrow. Marcus sat. He was alone. The wind howled. It screamed against the stone. The tower was old. It was very old. It predated the kings. It predated the church. It stood on the cliff. The sea was below. The sea was black. The sea was hungry. He held the book. It was leather. It was cracked. The pages were yellow. The ink was faded. But...
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