The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The train shed its steam like a sigh. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform. The air was thick with coal dust and wet wool. He adjusted his collar. It was tight. Too tight. He loosened it. Harwick was not a place on the map. It was a place in the mind. A gray smear of slate and iron. The factory chimneys stood like broken teeth. They bit into the low, bruised sky. Elias walked. His boots...

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