The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The feast was loud. It shook the stone walls of the keep. Candles guttered in the wind that funneled through the high arched windows. I sat at the far end of the long oak table. My hands were steady. My heart was not. Lord Alistair sat at the head. He carved a leg of venison. The knife flashed. Red meat. White bone. He smiled at me. The smile was sharp. It cut through the noise of the hall....

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