The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The wool coat was still wet from the river when they found it. Not soaked, just damp, as if it had been taken off in a heavy rain and left on a bench to air. You remember the smell of it before you remember the weight. A sharp, mineral scent, like wet stone and iron. It lay on the muddy bank of the Ouse, the buttons of its collar missing, the sleeves torn at the cuffs. The townspeople of...

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