The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Hall, a relentless drumming that sounded like coins dropping onto stone. I sat in the corner, my back pressed against the cold brick, watching the shadows lengthen in the candlelight. The air smelled of wet wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear. I was not supposed to be here. I was a man of books, of quiet libraries and the dust...

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