The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog did not lift. It thickened, a wet wool drawn tight around the throat of the valley, swallowing the timber lines and the distant, jagged teeth of the mountains. Elias stood alone on the ridge, his boots sinking into the loam that had turned to soup. He was a man carved from the same silent stone as the cliffs, a refugee from the old world who had crossed the sea with nothing but a name...

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