The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had been falling since before dawn, a cold, persistent mist that turned the cobblestones of the King’s Road into slick, black mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. Thomas Ashworth sat in the back of the carriage, his hands folded in his lap, knuckles white against the rough wool of his tunic. He was a man of forty winters, though the grey threading his beard suggested he had seen...

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