The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog rolled off the river like a shroud, thick and cold against the stone walls of Ashworth Manor. Margaret walked the corridor, her boots clicking a steady rhythm on the parquet floor. She held the object in her left hand. It was small, no larger than a playing card, yet it weighed heavy in her palm. A mirror. Not glass, but polished obsidian, framed in tarnished gold. Her father’s last...

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