The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had turned the road into a slick ribbon of mud and broken glass, and I walked it with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who knows his time is measured not in hours, but in the distance between himself and the horizon. I was a soldier, though the war that had made me such a thing had ended a decade prior, leaving behind only the scars that did not bleed and the orders that did not...

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