The Golden Mirror
The fog in the valley did not rise from the ground so much as it exhaled from the stone itself, a thick, grey breath that swallowed the world whole until only the immediate few feet of earth remained visible, a floating island in an ocean of mist that smelled of wet iron and ancient, undisturbed decay. You stood at the edge of this unknown, your hand resting on the cold, damp bark of a pine...
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