The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-19 16:26:01 -

The Golden Mirror

The rain in the valley of the Ashlands did not wash things clean; it only made the mud slicker, turning the dirt roads into rivers of brown slurry that swallowed the wheels of the stagecoach whole. We were three days out from the town of Oakhaven, and the air smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of old iron, a scent that had settled into the pores of my skin so deeply I could no longer...

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