The Golden Mirror
The candle wax was dripping onto my sleeve, and I did not have the time to wipe it away. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and I am currently being questioned by the High Council for the theft of the King’s gold, a crime I did not commit, but one that threatens to erase the pension owed to my late mother’s estate. The room smells of wet wool and old fear, and the air is thick with the presence of...
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