The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mortar ground against the pestle with a rhythmic, grinding screech that seemed to vibrate in the teeth, a sound that Elias Thorne had spent twenty years ignoring until it began to sound like the dry rattling of Clara’s own lungs. He did not look up from the bowl of crushed willow bark and dried valerian, his hands steady and calloused, mixing the bitter compounds that were meant to soothe...

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