The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog in the valley of Alden was not merely weather. It was a living thing, a pale and breathless creature that pressed against the shutters of the stone houses and seeped under the doors with the cold patience of a thief. It tasted of wet wool and old iron. In the village, people spoke of it in whispers, for the fog did not lift until a debt was paid. Elara sat in the corner of her father’s...

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