The Golden Mirror
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the roads of the Appalachian foothills into slick, brown rivers of mud. Elias Thorne sat in the back of his rusted pickup, watching the wipers fight a losing battle against the downpour, his hands resting on the steering wheel with the stillness of a man who has made his peace with the inevitable. He was a man of few...
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