The Golden Mirror
You have always known that the ivy is watching you, but today it feels less like a plant and more like a judgment, its thick, green fingers creeping up the stone walls of the Old Palace with a slow, suffocating patience. You stand in the center of the Great Hall, the floor cold beneath your bare feet, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and something else, something metallic and ancient,...
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