The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in the Hollow of Saint Jude does not fall; it hangs, a thick, gray curtain of suspended sorrow that smells of wet stone and old blood. You are on your knees in the mud, your sword broken across your thigh, the sharp edge biting into the flesh of your leg with a cold, steady pressure that feels more real than the screaming in your head. Across from you, the King’s Guard stands not as a...

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