The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

I woke with the taste of copper in my mouth. The air in the room was thick, heavy with the smell of damp wool and old smoke. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the rain tap against the windowpane. It was a steady, rhythmic tapping. Like a clock. Or a heartbeat. My name is Elias. I am a man who has forgotten how to be still. I have been running for years. First from the mills in...

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