The Golden Mirror
I remember the sound of the stone hitting the gold, a sharp, clean crack that silenced the Hall of Whispers before the dust even settled. I had spent my entire life in the shadow of the Kurogane court, a scribe whose hands were worth more than his life, yet I had never known the weight of a stone until that final moment. I was thirty years old, a man of ink and parchment, and I stood accused of...
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