The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fire started in the boiler room. It was a Tuesday. Rain lashed the windows of the old lighthouse. Elias stood by the door. He held the brass key. It was heavy. It was warm. It burned his palm. The alarm screamed. Red light pulsed in the dark. Elias did not run. He watched the smoke curl up the stairs. It smelled of oil and fear. He thought of Mara. She was asleep below. Her breathing was...

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