The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink on the ledger was still wet, a dark smear against the vellum that smelled of iron and old rot. You dipped your quill, the nib scratching a sound like a fingernail on slate, and wrote the date of Julian’s burial. It was the fourteenth of October, 1402. You knew it was wrong. You had known it for three days, since the Chief Archivist had handed you the file with a sneer that curled his...

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