The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog pressed against the glass of the magistrate’s office, thick and white, blurring the streetlamps into halos of sickly yellow. Elias Thorne sat at the heavy oak desk, his hands folded neatly over a sheaf of papers. He was an old man, his face a map of deep lines carved by decades of service. He wore a suit of charcoal wool, pressed and sharp, though the fabric had begun to thin at the...

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