The Golden Mirror

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2026-08-18 21:06:41 -

The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine grey mist that clung to the brickwork of the old textile mill on the edge of Manchester. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and stale tobacco. Elias Thorne sat alone in the back room, the one his father had called the counting house, though it served now only as a sanctuary for silence. He was a man of sixty winters, his...

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