The Golden Mirror
The fracture in the antique mirror was not merely a crack in the glass; it was a verdict. Elias Thorne stood before it in the high-ceilinged library of the family estate, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, exhausting effort of maintaining his composure as he packed his final boxes. He was forty-two, an architect who had spent two decades designing spaces for other people’s...
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