The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain against the windowpane was a rhythmic, dull thud, a sound that seemed to drill into the very marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones as he stood in the center of the grand hall, his hat in his hands, his knuckles white. "Are you leaving?" Lord Halloway asked from his armchair, not looking up from the ledger he was balancing. The smell of stale pipe tobacco and wet wool hung heavy in the air, a...

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