The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, gray mist that clung to the wool of coats and the stone of the church spires, erasing the distinction between the earth and the sky. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his study, watching the fog devour the street below, his fingers tracing the cold, condensation-slicked glass. He was a man of letters and logic, a scholar...

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