The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-20 05:58:59 -

The Golden Mirror

The train to Ashwick ran on time, a rare mercy in a country that seemed to be slipping out of its rails. I sat in the corner, my suitcase wedged between my knees, watching the industrial skyline of the mill town rise through the mist. It was grey, not the soft grey of autumn leaves, but the hard, metallic grey of iron and slag. I was going to work. I was going to prove that I was not the...

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