The Golden Mirror
The rain in Millhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a thick, grey sleet that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors reflecting the bruised sky above, and it was into this damp, unyielding world that Elias Thorne arrived on a horse that seemed as weary and broken as its master, his saddlebag clinking with the heavy, rhythmic sound of silver coins that had lost their luster. He was a...
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