The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung, a fine, grey mist that settled into the marrow of the bone. I stood before the Hall of Whispers, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old iron. As the Warden of the Inner Sanctum, my duty was not to guard the gold, but to guard the silence that surrounded it. My boots, heavy and scarred, pressed against the moss-slicked...

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