The Golden Mirror
The glass did not show his face. It showed the boy he had been ten years ago, pale and trembling, standing in the same spot, holding the same iron candlestick. Elias Thorne stared. The boy in the mirror stared back, eyes wide with a terror that Elias recognized as his own, stripped of its academic armor. "You are a fraud," Elias whispered, his voice cracking in the silence of the sealed study....
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