The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink was drying on the ledger. Black. Thick. It smelled of iron and regret. Elias Thorne stood by the window. Rain lashed the glass. He watched the fog roll off the moor. Thick. Gray. It swallowed the world whole. He was a man of words. Precise words. Careful words. He had spent thirty years cataloging them. Now he had to burn them. "Are you ready?" The voice came from the corner. Low....

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