The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall; it hovered, suspended in the air like a grey veil that refused to touch the cobblestones of the old town square. I stood there, my boots soaked through, watching the water droplets tremble in the stillness. Beside me, Elias leaned against the stone wall, his face pale and drawn, his eyes fixed on the center of the plaza where the fountain had dried up years ago. "You see...

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