The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thomas. The name was shouted by the bailiff, a sharp bark that cut through the damp, sulfurous air of the tribunal hall, and you turned, your boots scraping against the cold stone floor with a sound that felt too loud in the sudden silence. You were forty years old, and your knees ached with a dull, persistent throb that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the years you...

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