The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The road is red. You walk. Your boots are heavy. Mud sticks to your heels. It pulls. You pull free. The sky is a bruise. Grey. Purple. Black. You carry nothing. Except the weight in your chest. It is a stone. It is a fire. It is a name. Edward. You do not say it. You never say it. The village is ahead. Ashford. It smells of smoke. It smells of iron. You walk faster. The air is thin. You...

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