The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in the valley of Aethelgard did not wash things clean; it merely made the mud thicker and the shadows longer. Thomas Bradshaw, twelve years old and no taller than a scythe handle, walked the muddy track toward the village square, his satchel heavy with the stolen shards of gold. He was a scribe’s apprentice, a boy who had spent the last three years grinding ink and copying the...

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