The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world into a blurred watercolor of slate and mud. I sat in the corner of the pub, my hands wrapped around a mug of stout that had gone cold an hour ago. My name is Arthur, and I am a man who measures his life in the ticking of clocks and the accumulation of dust. I was not a brave man. I was not a hero. I was...

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