The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had stopped, but the air in the valley still tasted of wet iron and crushed pine needles. Thomas Bradshaw sat on the edge of a muddy embankment, his legs dangling over the drop into the ravine, and he watched a single, ragged leaf cling to the underside of a branch. It was a small, unremarkable thing, a scrap of green that had turned brown, yet it held on with a stubbornness that...

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