The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The axe bit into the peat, the handle slick with my sweat, as I hauled the sod up from the bog. My hands, raw and trembling, wrapped around the haft, pulling the wet earth free with a wet, sucking sound that echoed in the hollow of my chest. I was counting the strokes, a ritual as old as the chawl itself, twenty-three of the Bellfounders' Walk carved into the wood grain of the handle, a map of...

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