The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The train cut through the grey morning mist like a blade through wet wool, and I sat in the corner of the compartment, watching the landscape dissolve into a watercolor of slate and rust. I was not a man who traveled lightly, yet for the first time in my life, my bag was empty of purpose. It held only a change of clothes, a leather-bound notebook filled with the scratchy, urgent testimony of a...

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