The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The soup was thick. It clung to the spoon like wet earth. Warden Elias Thorne held the bowl. His hands trembled. Not from cold. The stone walls of the cell were warm. They radiated a heat that smelled of wet wool and old blood. He looked at the liquid. It swirled. Golden. Bright. "Drink," said the voice. The voice came from everywhere. It was the voice of the Inquisitor. It was the voice of the...

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