The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron, and I stood in the center of the square with my back against the cold stone of the well, the weight of the leather satchel digging into my shoulder blades, feeling the vibration of the crowd’s anger like a low hum in my teeth. They were coming for me, the men and women of Oakhaven,...

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