The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The plague came on a Tuesday. It smelled of wet ash and rotting turnips. I smelled it before I saw it. My name is Thomas. I am the King’s Watchman for the village of Oakhaven. We do not have kings anymore, not really, but the title stuck. The title is a shield. The shield is heavy. I was eating my supper. A heel of dark bread. A wedge of sharp, stinking cheese. A cup of thin ale. The bread was...

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