The Golden Mirror
Chapter One What is the price of a face that no longer belongs to you? I asked the glass, and the glass, which had watched me for twenty years, did not answer, but the fog outside the window of my study, a place that smelled of damp wool and old ink, thickened until the world beyond the pane became a solid, grey wall. I am Milo Ashlar, night mayor of the canal city, and I have been paid in...
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