The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-20 10:03:55 -

The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old district into a slick, treacherous mirror of the city’s decaying soul, and I stood there, in my uniform, feeling the wet seep into the bones, a cold that was not merely of the weather but of the very air we breathed in this place where the line between the living and the dead had long...

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