The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron, a scent that had seeped into Thomas Bradshaw’s bones over the three years since his master, the blacksmith, had died of the sudden fever. Thomas was twelve, thin as a reed, with hands that shook not from age but from the cold and the fear that had settled into him like damp wool. He had come down to retrieve the tongs, a mundane task, when his foot...

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