The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The parchment was heavy, damp with the humidity of the crypt, and it smelled of iron and old sweat. You held it up to the single, guttering tallow candle, your fingers black with soot, and read the seal of the Inquisition. It was a simple document, a petition for review, but the weight of it in your hand felt like a stone. You had walked three miles through the mud of the city to bring it to...

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