The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The hall of Lord Malachi’s castle smelled of roasting venison and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled wine, a scent that clung to Sir Alistair’s tunic like a second skin. He sat at the high table, his hands resting on the oak, fingers tracing the grain with a slow, deliberate rhythm that masked the tension coiled in his shoulders. At forty, his body was a cartography of old wars, every scar a...

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