The Golden Mirror
Chapter One "Put the stopper in the jar, Seamus, before the fog eats the glass." The smell of peat smoke and damp wool hung heavy in the mission hall, thick enough to chew. Seamus Nolan, forty-two and a border warden for the new priesthood, set the Fenwhistle green glass stopper into the mouth of the jar with a sharp, final click. His heart, a traitorous engine, stuttered against his ribs. He...
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