The Golden Mirror
Chapter One The mill wheel turned freely in the dry cold, its wooden spokes creaking with a sound like old bones breaking, a rhythm that had kept the valley’s time for three centuries before the council shifted the gears. Owain Gethin stood at the edge of the ice-hauler dock, his hands wrapped around a wrench that was too heavy for his grip, watching the steam rise from the condensation units...
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