The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, cold mist that settled into the crevices of the stone walls and the hair of those who forgot to wear hats. Mara Vance sat alone in the archive, the silence of the room pressing against her eardrums with a physical weight, heavier than the dust motes dancing in the single beam of afternoon light. She was thirty-two, a junior...

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