The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-17 12:02:57 -

The Golden Mirror

The rain hit the roof of the carriage like a handful of gravel. Thomas kept his eyes on the road. He did not look at the mirror. He held the reins tight. His knuckles were white. Behind him, in the dark, sat his friend. His only friend. Silence filled the space. It was heavy. It pressed against the glass. Thomas drove. The horses knew the way. They always knew the way. The estate of Blackwood...

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