The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The iron of the sword bit into the rotting oak of the gatehouse door, a sound like a scream cut short in the throat of the wind. You stood amidst the splintered debris, your armor dented, your breath coming in ragged, violent hitches that fogged the air. The rain had stopped, leaving the courtyard slick with mud and the dark, viscous blood of the garrison guard who had tried to stop you. You...

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