The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of gray mist that clung to the high, soot-stained windows of the tenement block on Harrow Street, blurring the neon signs of the city into bleeding watercolors of red and amber that pulsed against the wet brick like the heartbeats of dying stars. Inside the narrow apartment, which smelled faintly of ozone and old paper, Elias Thorne...

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