The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain tasted of iron and old blood. I sat in the mud, my hands caked in it, staring at the fox. It was not a real fox. It was a thing of gold leaf and wire, caught in the brambles by the gate. My wife, Elara, stood above me. She did not look down. She looked through me. "Move," she said. I did not move. I could not. The air was thick, wet, heavy with the scent of wet stone and decay. This...

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