The Golden Quest

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The Golden Quest

The salt on the Isle of Aethel does not crunch; it hisses, a dry, metallic whisper against the boots of the living. I am Thomas, twelve years old, and I sit upon the shingle where the sea has retreated in a fit of anger, leaving behind a crust of white that glows with a faint, sickly luminescence. My brother Elias is not here. He is in the glass. The Golden Mirror stands thirty paces from the...

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