The Golden Mirror
The sky above the Blackwood Valley did not fall so much as it collapsed inward, a sudden and violent implosion of light that turned the noon into a bruised purple twilight before the first scream even reached the ears of the men in the iron cages. It was the year the rail lines had swallowed the last of the old roads, and the air smelled of ozone, wet rot, and the sharp, metallic tang of the...
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