The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a heavy blanket. Lord Alistair stood at the head of the long oak table, his face illuminated by the flickering torches that lined the walls. He was a large man, built like a fortress, and his eyes, though weary, held a sharp, predatory intelligence. He wore the ceremonial armor of the King’s Guard,...

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