The Golden Mirror
You leave the village before the sun touches the ridge. The road is mud. The air is cold. You carry a small leather bag. Inside is a single item. It is a pair of gloves. They are white. They are new. You bought them with the last of your coin. You do not remember why. You only know you need them. You need to hold them. You need to be held by them. The village is behind you. The houses are dark....
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