The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had stopped, leaving the air thick with the smell of wet iron and decaying leaves, a scent that seemed to cling to the wool of Margaret’s coat as she stood at the edge of the gravel path, her boots sinking slightly into the mud that bordered the old highway. She adjusted the strap of her satchel, the leather worn smooth by years of handling delicate instruments, and looked up at the...

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