The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The quill scratched against the vellum, a sound like a nail dragging down a slate roof, and I felt the heat rise from the gold leaf beneath my hand. I was copying the final line of the *Codex Aureus*, the ink mixing with the sweat of my palm, the smell of copper and old parchment thick in the air. My sister Mara was burning with plague in the cell below, and this page was the only thing that...

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