The Golden Mirror
The first crack appeared not with a sound, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, a space that existed simultaneously in his suburban home in Connecticut and in the ether, where the walls breathed with the dust of centuries. The air was thick, saturated with the metallic tang of ozone and the...
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