The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old dust, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat and refused to wash away. You stood before the High Tribunal, the weight of your armor a familiar, cold embrace, yet today it felt like a cage of iron bars pressing against your ribs. The Grand Justiciar, a man whose face had been carved from the same stern granite as the palace...

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