The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of indeterminate shape, and in that suspended moment, Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the precipice, not a literal cliff but the conceptual drop-off where the known world ended and the labyrinth began, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through his...

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