The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The air in the Inquisition’s lower corridors tasted of wet stone and old blood, a dampness that seeped into the joints and settled in the lungs of Magistrate Elias Thorne. He stood before the High Inquisitor’s desk, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the oak surface, demanding the warrant for Julian’s execution with a voice that had lost its usual calm. Vane did not look up from his...

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