The Golden Mirror
The ledger weighed four pounds, a dense block of leather and paper that Elias Thorne held against his chest as if it were a shield. He had counted the hours on the train ride from London, tallying them in the hollow of his throat, a private ritual to keep the silence at bay. Now, standing in the foyer of the Halloway estate, he weighed the air instead. It was thick, stagnant, smelling of wet...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews