The Golden Mirror
The fog rolled in off the sea, thick and gray, swallowing the village of Blackwood Bay whole. You stood on the porch of the old house, your breath misting in the cold air, watching the world dissolve into a uniform white. Inside, the silence was heavy, pressurized, broken only by the tick of the grandfather clock in the hallway. You were here to solve a mystery, or so you told yourself. But as...
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