The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

"You’ll have to sign the pledge," the Abbot said, his voice dry as the parchment he was shredding. "Or leave the mountain. There is no third door, Sarala." I looked at the ink-stained cuffs of my tunic, the black bleeding into the white wool like a bruise. I had climbed for three days through the dust-choked hills, the air tasting of ash and old stone, to find the formula that would stop my...

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