The Golden Mirror
Act I "You cannot enter," the clerk said, his voice thin and dry as old parchment. "Protocol forbids it." I stood at the iron gate of Ewan’s estate, the wind cutting through my cloak. The light was greenish, the color of the sea before a hailstorm breaks. I am Morag Lennox, senior inquisitor for the Highland Clan Council. I wanted the Golden Mirror back. It was stolen from the vault. I wanted...
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