The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The obsidian shard did not break; it fused. That was the first thing that shattered my understanding of the world, more than the cold cellar air or the smell of damp earth that clung to my wool coat. I had come to save Elara, the Miller’s daughter, from the riddles that had seized her tongue, and I had come to prove my worth as the village scribe, a man of logic in a place that whispered of...

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