The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The knife did not sing; it screamed, a jagged, metallic shriek that tore through the heavy, incense-laden air of the Undercroft, and Elias Thorne caught the edge of the blade against his forearm, feeling the warm, wet trickle of his own blood join the cold, stale dust of the floor. He was not a warrior, nor was he a knight in the shining armor of the old songs, but a merchant of spices and...

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