The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The house smelled of wet iron and old rain. Mara stood in the hall. Her breath misted in the cold air. She was not human. Not anymore. The skin on her face felt tight. Like a mask that had fused to the bone. She looked at her hands. They were pale. The nails were long and curved. They caught the dim light from the window. "Who is there?" The voice came from the study. Low. Gravelly. Mara did...

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