The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fire started in the attic. It was a quiet blaze. It did not roar. It did not scream. It simply ate. It ate the dust. It ate the old coats. It ate the memory of a decade. Elias Vance stood on the street. He watched the smoke rise. It was gray. It was thick. It smelled of rot and pine. He was a scholar. He studied history. He studied the past. He believed the past was fixed. He believed it...

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