The Golden Mirror
The tower stood at the edge of the city. It was old. Stone and bone. It did not move. It watched. The city grew around it. Mud and timber. Smoke and prayer. The tower remained. It was the only fixed point. Elias lived in the shadow of the tower. He was small. He was quiet. He wore gray. His hands were rough. He worked for the Guild. He swept the streets. He mended the gutters. He carried the...
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