The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The road to the valley was not paved, but it was worn, a smooth ribbon of grey clay that seemed to have been sanded down by centuries of feet. I walked it with my mother, her hand heavy in mine, a weight that felt less like skin and more like cold iron. We were walking into the mist, and the mist was walking with us. It swallowed the trees one by one, erasing the world behind us so that only...

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