The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I woke with the taste of copper and old dust in my mouth, the dream still clinging to the inside of my skull like wet wool. In the dream, I was standing in the Hall of Whispers, a place that existed only in the feverish imagination of the court historians. There, a single oak tree grew out of the marble floor, its roots tangled around the ankles of stone kings. I reached out to touch the bark,...

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