The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The glasshouse at Blackwood Manor did not smell of rot, as Arthur Vane had expected, but of ozone and crushed thyme. He stood in the doorway, his coat soaked through with the October rain, watching the fog roll in from the moor beyond the estate. Inside, the air was thick and still, suspended in a golden haze that seemed to pulse with a slow, rhythmic beat. Arthur adjusted his spectacles, his...

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