The Golden Mirror
Chapter One The cough had taken the shape of a bird in Tadeusz Kaminski’s chest, a small, hard thing that struck his ribs before he could speak, and now, standing in the shadow of the Imperial Guard’s stone precinct, he knew he had perhaps a week before the fever took him entirely. He wanted the golden mirror back, not for its value, though it was worth more than his life, but because it was...
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