The Golden Mirror
The train arrived in the village of Oakhaven not with a whistle, but with a shudder that seemed to shake the dust from the very bones of the passengers. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his coat heavy with the mud of the road, his hands trembling inside his pockets. He had been walking for three days, his body a map of bruises and hunger, yet his mind was sharp, a blade honed by the...
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