The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in the valley did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the windows of the old mill, blurring the world into a smear of slate and rust. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool, stale tobacco, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the workshop, his hands trembling slightly as he held up the small, ornate frame....

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