The Golden Mirror
The ink on the ledger was still wet when I found the first name crossed out with a single, violent stroke that tore through the parchment and left a ragged wound in the skin of the record, a silent accusation that hung in the damp air of the archives like a ghost refusing to dissipate. I am a man of the law, or so the seal on my tunic and the weight of the sword at my hip suggest to the common...
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