The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that turned the highland moors into a sea of bruised stone and rotting heather, and I stood at the center of this wet silence, the only soul within a radius of miles, feeling the cold seep through the thin wool of my coat until it became a part of my marrow, a physical weight that pressed against my ribs and whispered of the end...

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