The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain fell like a curse. It soaked into the wool of Caelen’s cloak, turning the heavy fabric into a second skin of ice. He walked. The road was mud. The sky was grey. He had left the village at dawn. He had left the hearth. He had left her. The separation was a physical wound. It pulled at his chest with every step. He was a soldier. Not a king’s guard. Not a lord’s champion. He was a man...

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