The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The air in the undercroft of the Palais de la Cité tasted of wet iron and the sweet, rotting scent of old parchment, a smell that Elias had spent twenty years trying to scrub from his skin and memory. He stood before the heavy oak desk of Master Clerk Valois, his hands trembling not from the cold damp that seeped through his woolen doublet, but from the weight of the leather satchel resting at...

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