The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, gray sheet that turned the moor into a bog of sucking mud and despair. I stood at the edge of the ridge, my cloak heavy with water, watching the smoke rise from the village below. It was a thin, pathetic curl, the only sign of life in a world that had turned against me. In my pocket, my fingers traced the cold, smooth edge of the silver clasp....

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