The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The iron key did not fit. Commander Silas Thorne stood before the high, arched window of the Council Chamber, his reflection fractured by the leaded glass. He was a man carved from the same grey stone as the fortress walls, his face a map of old scars and newer, sharper lines. In his hand, he held the key. It was a small, ornate thing, gold-plated, with teeth that looked like the teeth of a...

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