The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain lashed against the slate roof of the observatory, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to sync with the frantic beating of my own heart as I clutched the brass telescope to my chest, its cold weight a stark, metallic counterpoint to the damp, rotting smell of the oak floorboards beneath my boots. I am Elias Thorne, or at least I was, a name that once carried the weight of a man...

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