The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain fell in sheets. It was the kind of rain that does not wash clean. It only makes the mud deeper. I stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind tore at my coat. I held the box. It was heavy. Not with weight. But with silence. I was a clerk. I counted ledgers. I inked names. I was no one. My name was Thomas. I did not care for it. I cared for the work. I cared for the quiet. Then the war...

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