The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The city burned. Not with fire, but with light. A golden luminescence poured from the windows of the high halls, spilling onto the cobblestones in thick, viscous pools. It was the Festival of the Eternal Sun. The air smelled of roasting meat and sweet incense, a cloying mix that sat heavy in the throat. Elara Vance stood at the edge of the crowd. She was a clerk. A keeper of ledgers. Her hands...

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