The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue, a metallic tang that coated the roof of my mouth and lingered long after the dream had dissolved into the gray mist of morning. It was the year of the Great Frost, when the snows did not melt for three months and the river ran black and slow beneath the ice. In my sleep, I had seen her again. Not as a ghost, but as a memory of a weight, a presence...

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