The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The train shook my teeth. It was a rattling, iron beast of the industrial age, chugging through the grey mud of the Midlands. I held my ticket in a fist that would not stop trembling. The ink was smudged. The date was wrong. Or perhaps my memory was wrong. I could not tell anymore. I was a constable. A lowly one. I wore the blue tunic that had seen better decades. My name was Thomas Ashworth. I...

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