The Golden Mirror
Chapter One The olive groves of Ossa stood like broken teeth against the grey sky. Ramon Serrano arrived at the manor gate as the sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the dry earth. He carried a leather satchel, heavy with tools and a fine that could only be paid in labor. The village elder, Marta, waited by the door. She was a stern woman, her hands rough from decades of grinding grain....
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