The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain fell on the blackened walls of the keep, a steady, rhythmic drumming that sounded like the heartbeat of the dead. Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard, his armor rusted and heavy, the metal biting into his shoulders where the straps had worn thin. He was not a man of many words, nor of many movements. His life had been a series of straight lines, drawn in the ink of duty and erased by...

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