The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-24 11:32:32 -

The Golden Mirror

The ink was wet when I found it. It smelled of iron and old damp, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a fish bone. I was forty-two, a border inspector with a debt of honor to a dead man, and the ledger in the waste bin listed my name as a co-conspirator. The line was underlined twice. I knew the hand that held the pen. It was Vane’s. Or rather, it was the hand of the man who wore...

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