The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the watchtower, a relentless, gray rhythm that matched the beating in your chest. You stood by the narrow window, the iron railing cold against your fingers, watching the city below. It was a city of stone and shadow, built on a hill that rose like a broken tooth against the sky. The streets were slick with mud and...

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