The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The train hissed into the depot, a long, shuddering breath of steam and iron. Elias Thorne stepped down. His boots struck the gravel with a dull thud. He was a large man. Broad shoulders. A face carved from granite and regret. He wore the uniform of the Federal Marshal. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of damp wool and old tobacco. He walked toward the administrative block. The building stood...

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