The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The feast was a riot of gold and grease, the kind of suffocating luxury that made the air taste of copper and old wine. You sat at the far end of the long oak table in the Hall of Justice, a room that smelled of beeswax and the faint, persistent damp of the river below. The candles flickered, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe against the stone walls. You were a prisoner,...

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