The Golden Mirror
The iron gauntlet struck the wood with a sound like a bone breaking. Captain Elias Thorne did not flinch. His sword arm was raised, the steel trembling slightly in the gloom of the great hall. The candlelight flickered, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls of Ashworth Manor. A scream tore through the air, wet and raw. It was not a human scream. Or if it was, it had been twisted...
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