The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The frost bit hard against the glass. Elias stood at the threshold. He held the box. It was small. It was red. Inside lay the coat. The coat was heavy. It was wool. It smelled of damp earth and old iron. He had worn it once. That was long ago. Now it was evidence. Or so he was told. The magistrate had said that. The magistrate’s voice was dry. Like sand on a stone. Elias had nodded. He had...

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