The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-18 15:29:41 -

The Golden Mirror

You are bleeding from the left hand. The blood is dark against the silver mail. It drips onto the stone floor of the keep. The keep is cold. The air smells of wet wool and old iron. You do not feel pain. You feel only the weight of the sword in your right hand. It is heavy. It is your only truth. The gate is broken. Splinters of oak lie across the threshold. You step over them. Your boots make...

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