The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The wind does not merely blow; it strips. It takes the color from the pine trees, the warmth from the stone, and the man from the post. I am Silas Vane, Constable of the Northern Reach, and I am writing this to you, Inspector, from the edge of the world, where the snow is so deep it swallows the horizon whole. I request your pardon, though I know it is a thing I have forfeited. I am abandoning...

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