The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The city of Oakhaven sat low in the valley, a sprawl of slate and shadow where the fog clung to the cobblestones like a burial shroud. You walked it at night. The gas lamps hissed, their light trapped in amber spheres that offered no true warmth, only a yellow bruise against the darkness. You were a seeker of anomalies, a man who read the language of cracks in the pavement and the rust on iron...

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