The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-24 04:14:33 -

The Golden Mirror

The parchment was yellowed, brittle at the edges, and smelled of damp stone and old blood. I held it up to the light of the single tallow candle, my fingers trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of what was written there. The ink was a faded brown, the script a dense, cramped cipher that I had spent the last three years trying to decipher. It was the Golden Mirror, or...

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