The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had stopped, but the air remained heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of wet asphalt and the lingering ozone scent of the storm that had torn through the valley, leaving the town of Oakhaven suspended in a bruised twilight where the streetlights flickered with the erratic pulse of a failing heart. I stood at the edge of the county line, my uniform pressed against my chest like a...

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