The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and stale grease, a scent that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be washed away. In the center of the room, under the flickering hum of fluorescent lights that buzzed like angry insects, sat Elias Thorne. He was a large man, his shoulders broad enough to block the view of the door, and he did not move. He sat at the head of a long, scarred table...

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