The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The morning fog clung to the cobblestones of Harrowgate like a wet shroud, obscuring the sharp angles of the town hall and the silent, waiting rows of the market square, where the air smelled of damp wool, roasted chestnuts, and the faint, metallic tang of the river that bisected the settlement into two halves of stone and shadow. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the crowd, his hands clasped...

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