The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The air was cold. Sharp. It bit at my exposed skin. I lay in the grass. The grass was wet. Heavy. It smelled of decay and rain. I sat up. My head throbbed. A dull, rhythmic pain behind my eyes. I looked down at my hands. They were stained. Brown. Dark earth. Mud. I was in the field. The same field. The one at the edge of the town. The one they called...

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