The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had been falling for three days. It slicked the gravel road into a dark, sliding ribbon that stretched out before us, vanishing into the grey fog. We were driving south. Or north. It hardly mattered. The map was folded tight in my pocket, useless. The world had lost its edges. I held the wheel. My hands were steady. They had to be. I was the one with the badge, even if the badge was...

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