The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Act I The fog did not roll in so much as it settled, a heavy, wet wool drawn up from the black water of the Bay of Morlaix until the masts of the fishing fleet were nothing but ghostly ribs in the grey. Here in the coastal village of Ploumanac’h, the air tasted of brine and rotting kelp, a physical weight that pressed against the lungs and made the joints ache before the rain even began. I am...

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