The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mud sucked at his boots. Black, thick, alive. Hale pulled free. He gasped. The air tasted of iron and rot. "Stay down," he wheezed. He was not alone. A shadow stood before him. Tall. Cloaked in grey wool. Hale drew his sword. The blade was short. It was a guard’s blade. Not for knights. For rats. The figure did not move. It breathed. A low, rhythmic hiss. "Who are you?" Hale asked. His...

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