The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mirror lay in the crate. It was a heavy thing, wrapped in oilcloth that smelled of damp earth and old iron. I had carried it for three days through the heath. The wind tore at my cloak. The ground was hard as stone under my boots. I was leaving. I was leaving everything behind. The village was burning. The smoke was thick and black. It choked the sky. I looked back once. Then I turned...

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