The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thorne, you are late, and the ink is drying. The voice of Master Alistair cut through the damp, heavy air of the archive, a sound like a rusted gate being forced open, and Elias Thorne froze with his hand hovering over the parchment, his fingers stained a deep, bruised purple from the iron-gall ink that had seeped into the whorls of his skin over the last three hours. The room smelled of mildew...

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