The Golden Mirror
The house on Sycamore Street did not merely stand; it leaned, a weary sentinel against the grey, industrial fog that perpetually choked the town of Oakhaven. It was a structure of Victorian pretension, once draped in white paint that now flaked away like dead skin, revealing the dark, rotting wood beneath in jagged, bruised patches. For Elias, who was seven and already old in the eyes of the...
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