The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The train cut through the gray morning like a knife through cold tallow. I sat in the corner of the carriage, my coat buttoned to the throat, watching the fields blur past in a streak of wet brown and dull green. It was not a journey I had planned, nor one I had longed for. It was a duty, a final errand before the silence took me. I carried a leather satchel against my chest. It was heavy. Not...

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