The Golden Mirror
The debt was twelve pounds, four shillings, and sixpence, a sum Elias Thorne had counted out in his head so many times that the numbers had lost their meaning and become a physical weight pressing against the base of his skull. He stood in the dim, gas-lit workshop, the air thick with the smell of hot sand and sulfur, and stared at the pane of glass he had shattered moments before. It lay on...
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