The Golden Mirror
The rain had fallen for three days without ceasing, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the muddy roads of the valley into sucking pits of brown sludge, and it was in this oppressive, waterlogged silence that the constable found the first sign that the peace of the district had been shattered, not by a loud cry or a violent break, but by the quiet, rusted presence of a single brass buckle left...
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