The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The word "Elias" hung in the air of the archive, sharp and brittle, spoken by Father in that low, strained voice he had been using for the last three weeks, a voice that sounded like dry leaves scraping against stone. I was twelve, and I wanted to prove that he was not mad, that the Royal Archivist was not a man unraveling in his own mind, but the opposing force was the Gilded Script, a...

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