The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink on the parchment was still wet when Thomas Bradshaw noticed the stain on his own cuff, a dark, spreading blotch that mirrored the erratic scrawl of the letter before him. He looked up, his eyes meeting those of the Archivist, a woman named Elara who sat behind the high oak desk with the stillness of a stone in a river. The air in the reading room was thick with the scent of dried...

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