The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Your fingers are stained with the black ink of the ledger. The smell of damp wool and old paper hangs heavy in the cellar, a scent that has defined your existence for the past decade. You are Elara, thirty-two years old, and you have not slept in three days. The cold is a physical weight, pressing against your ribs, but the heavier burden is the silence of the town above. Oakhaven is a place of...

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