The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream had no shape, only a pressure, a heavy, golden weight pressing against the inside of Elias Thorne’s eyelids. It was the pressure of a city that did not sleep but rather waited, holding its breath in the dark. He woke in the narrow bunk of his quarters, the air thick with the smell of damp stone and old paper, the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of moonlight that pierced the...

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