The Golden Mirror
Chapter One "Tell me again why I am here, Marisol." The voice came from the shadows of the tower, dry as the dust that coated the stones. Marisol Renteria did not answer immediately. Her hand, stiff in the cold January air, tightened on the hilt of her sword. The blade was cold iron, heavy and dull, a thing of burden rather than glory. She stood in the doorway of the sealed room, the air inside...
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