The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain does not fall so much as it presses down, a heavy, gray lid sealing the world in a damp and suffocating silence that settles into the marrow of your bones and refuses to leave. You are walking the ridge line above the valley where the old stone houses have long since crumbled into the earth, your boots sinking into the mud with a wet, sucking sound that is the only rhythm in this dead...

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