The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The frost had settled into the crevices of the old oak not as a decoration, but as a wound, a white scar that split the dark bark open to reveal the rot beneath, and I stood there with my hands shaking so violently that the brass of my badge felt like it was burning a hole through my leather glove, the cold biting into my lungs with a precision that felt surgical, as if the air itself were...

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