The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The air in the Hall of Whispers did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect of a structure so ancient and so thoroughly abandoned by the living, but rather of ozone and wet stone, a metallic tang that clung to the back of the throat and sat heavy in the lungs like a swallowed coin. Elias Thorne moved through the shadows of the gallery, his footsteps silent on the flagstones that had...

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