The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall. It hovered. Caitlin held her breath. The mist clung to her skin like wet wool, cold and heavy. She stood at the edge of the Weeping Stone, a slab of gray granite that jutted out from the cliffside into the void. Below, the valley was a sea of fog. Above, the sky was a bruised purple, choked with clouds that moved with slow, deliberate malice. She looked at her hands. They...

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