The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The coat was brown. It had been brown for forty years. Wool and threadbare elbows. A scent of pipe tobacco and old wool trapped in the fibers. I wore it every day. Even in the heat. It was my skin. My armor. My secret. I am Dr. Elias Thorne. Or I was. The title feels hollow now. A shell without a kernel. I sit in the back of a sedan. The driver is a young man. He smells of mint and anxiety. We...

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