The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, grey curtain that sealed the valley in a damp, breathing silence. Inside the stone keep of Aldercliff, the air smelled of wet wool, cold iron, and the sharp, medicinal bite of dried sage. Thomas stood by the hearth, his back rigid, watching the flames lick at the logs. He was a man carved from the same granite as the fortress, his face a map...

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