The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink bled into the heavy paper, a dark stain spreading like a bruise under the skin of the day. I was twelve years old, and my hands shook as I held the quill, the weight of the nib pressing into the flesh of my thumb. Outside, the wind howled through the vents of the Blackwood Mine, a low, constant moan that vibrated in the floorboards of the sealed office. I had come here to save my...

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