The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mud is cold. It seeps into the joints of your armor, a slow, liquid death. You are kneeling in the courtyard of the Hall of Whispers, the flagstones slick with rain and something darker. Around you, the silence is heavy. It presses against your eardrums. The air smells of wet stone and iron. You do not look up. You know who is standing there. You are Commander Elias Thorne. Or you were. The...

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