The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The feast of the Guild Hall smelled of roasting boar and stale ale, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s tunic. He stood at the edge of the long table, his hands resting on the rough wood, watching the Master of the Guild, Aldric, raise a goblet to the memory of the dead. Elias wanted the commission for the new cathedral window, a commission that would secure his name...

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