The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The banquet hall was a cathedral of smoke and brass, the air thick enough to chew, tasting of roasted boar and the metallic tang of old pennies. We sat at the long oak table, my captain, Silas, and the rest of the Wardens of the Gilded Veil. Silas was a man carved from granite and regret, his uniform pressed so sharp it seemed ready to cut skin. He did not look at me. He looked at the mirror...

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