The Golden Mirror
Chapter One In the colony of Fjordmark, the air tasted of rust and recycled breath, a constant reminder that the sky was a membrane, not a horizon. Nils Dahlberg stood in the sealed cellar of the old manor, the stone walls weeping cold condensation that soaked through his thin tunic. His mother, Elise, lay on a pallet of dried lichen, her face gaunt and grey, the fever making her bones look...
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