The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-20 21:59:00 -

The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, metallic mist that coated the skin of the valley in a layer of cold, static-charged silence, while I drove the service van through the black, twisting arteries of the Appalachian foothills, my knuckles white against the steering wheel, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts that fogged the windshield and cleared only when I wiped it...

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