The Golden Quest
Thorne, you are behind on the inventory again. The voice of the Head Matron cut through the humid air of the St. Jude’s Orphanage staff room, sharp and brittle, but you did not hear it, or perhaps you heard it and simply chose not to react. You were staring into the mirror above the sink, a piece of glass so old and clouded by decades of steam and soap scum that it seemed less a reflection than...
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