The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The hilt of the sword was slick with mud and old sweat, the leather grip worn smooth by twenty years of service. Elias Thorne held it high, the steel catching the pale, pre-dawn light that struggled to penetrate the heavy mist rolling off the river. Around him, the square was a churn of feet and shouting, a sea of upturned faces illuminated by the guttering torches that the villagers had...

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