The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had not ceased for three days, turning the muddy tracks of the Appalachian foothills into a slick, treacherous sludge that sucked at the soles of boots and seeped into the marrow of the bones, while old Silas Vane stood at the edge of the clearing, his breath misting in the frigid November air, watching the figure that had emerged from the fog with the slow, deliberate gait of a man...

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