The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The snow had stopped, but the cold remained. It sat in the bones. You feel it in the teeth. The carriage jolts. Dust shakes from the roof. You are moving. You are going home. Or to the end. The road is white. The sky is grey. The walls of the carriage press in. It is a box. A small, wooden box on wheels. You are a Sheriff. You know the law. You know the weight of the badge. It is heavy on your...

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