The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the windows of the interrogation room and beaded on the cold steel of the table where Elias Thorne sat, his hands folded neatly in his lap, a posture so still and deliberate it seemed less like restraint and more like the final pose of a statue carved from patience and stone. He was a man who had spent forty...

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