The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The hall smelled of roasted goose and old stone. It was a feast for the High Court of Aldermere, a city built on the bones of a forgotten war. Candles guttered in iron sconces. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax and fear. Elias sat at the far end of the long table. He was a man of few words. His hands were rough, stained with ink and soil. He wore a tunic of grey wool. It was thin. It...

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