The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The carriage wheels groaned against the packed earth of the royal road, a rhythmic, wooden complaint that seemed to echo the ache in my own joints as I clutched the leather case to my chest, my knuckles white, my breath coming in shallow, visible puffs of mist that dissipated instantly into the gray, leaden sky of early autumn, and I thought to myself, with a clarity that felt like a cold blade...

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