The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Kessler’s hands were already moving, scrubbing the soot from the brass rim of the fire hose, when the sound of the heavy oak door banging against the wall stopped the world. The cellar smelled of wet stone and old iron, a dampness that settled into the joints like rust. He knew that sound. It was the High Steward, von Brandt, coming to deliver the finality of a sentence already passed. Kessler...

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