The Golden Mirror
The dust in the Great Hall did not settle so much as it hovered, a suspended galaxy of gold and grey that caught the weak, late afternoon light filtering through the high, arched windows of the Academy of St. Jude, creating a haze that blurred the sharp edges of the marble columns and the heavy, velvet-draped chairs where the Council of Elders sat in judgment. I stood before them, my hands...
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