The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The bread was still warm when I broke it, the crust shattering under my thumb with a sound like a dry twig snapping in a winter field. I offered the piece to the man sitting across from me in the wagon, but he did not look up. His eyes were fixed on the horizon, where the mist was beginning to lift and reveal the jagged teeth of the mountains that had swallowed us for three days. We were deep...

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