The Golden Mirror
Elias Thorne woke with the taste of copper in his mouth and the image of gold burning behind his eyelids. He lay in his narrow bed, the sheets twisted around his legs, staring at the ceiling where a water stain had bloomed into the shape of a map he could no longer read. It was six a.m. The city outside was waking, a low hum of traffic that sounded like blood rushing through clogged veins. He...
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