The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The wagon wheels creaked a rhythm that felt like a slow, dying heartbeat as we crossed the high moor, the mist clinging to the hem of my tunic like the ghost of a promise I had already broken. I watched the road unspool before us, a pale ribbon of packed earth winding through the grey heather, and I thought about how silence has a weight, a density that can crush a man if he holds his breath...

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