The Golden Mirror
Chapter One Dieter Fink remembered the weight of the silence before the sound. It was a physical thing, pressing against the eardrums like deep water. He stood in the doorway of the bedroom in Oakhaven, the air heavy with dried lavender and iron. Elara lay on the bed, her throat open, a dark line across the pale skin of her neck. The golden mirror shard lay on the floorboards, catching the grey...
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