The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The vial was cold in your palm, a small cylinder of glass that felt less like medicine and more like a frozen finger, holding within it a liquid that shimmered with an unnatural, viscous gold. You had walked for three days to reach this borderland, your boots heavy with the mud of the northern roads, and the air here was not the crisp, clean bite of the hospital corridors you had left behind,...

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