The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain fell not as water but as a fine, silver dust that settled on the cobblestones of the old city, turning the gutters into streams of liquid mercury. Elias Thorne walked with a heavy step, his boots soaking through, the cold seeping into the marrow of his bones with a familiarity that felt less like discomfort and more like a second skin. He carried a wooden crate, its corners worn smooth...

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