The Golden Mirror
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the manicured lawns of the estate into a slick, muddy expanse where the reflections of the ancient oaks stretched and warped like broken mirrors, and it was in this damp, suffocating silence that Elias Thorne, the estate’s newly appointed and somewhat bewildered head of grounds, found himself standing alone in the...
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