The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-18 03:03:50 -

The Golden Mirror

The hall smells of roasting lamb and old wool. You stand in the corner, arms crossed, watching the dancers. Your boots are heavy. They have never fit right in these years, but you do not take them off. You are a man of the uniform here, even if you are off duty. Even if the badge is hidden in your pocket, cold against your thigh. The band plays a tune that sounds like it is dying. A fiddle...

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