The Golden Mirror
The hammer in Elias Thorne’s hand felt heavier than it had that morning, the wood handle slick with a sweat that wasn’t entirely his own, as he stood in the attic doorway, the smell of mildew and old varnish hitting him before the sight of the vanity did. He had come to Oakhaven to settle the estate of his brother Julian, a task that should have been a simple matter of signatures and bank...
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