The Golden Mirror
Edna Blount drove the trowel into the earth, the blade sinking with a wet, sucking sound that smelled of rot and iron. She was thirty years old, an inquisitor with a mandate from the Crown to seize the Golden Mirror, a sentient orchid rumored to reflect the viewer’s true fate, and she stood in the shadow of the Abbey of St. Jude with her hands caked in mud. The air was heavy with damp stone and...
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