The Golden Mirror
Act I Anna Piotrowski, thirty-two, was the last scribe to hold the golden mirror before the Inquisitor broke its frame. The light in the archive room was grey and low, the kind that makes ink dry too fast on the parchment. I sat at the desk, my fingers numb from the cold stone floor beneath my feet, and watched the dust motes swirl in the beam that cut through the high window. The mirror had...
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