The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The frost bit the stone. I held my sword. The blade was cold. The air was thinner here. Above, the sky hung low, a bruise of purple and black. We had come to the Hall of Mirrors. Not for gold. Not for glory. But for the sickness. The rot in my brother’s lungs. It spread. It ate. I needed a cure. I needed the Mirror. The gate was iron. It groaned. I pushed. The sound rolled out, a long, low...

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