The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thorne. The word cut through the mud and the screaming wind like a knife through wet cloth. Elias Thorne did not turn. He knew the voice. It was Colonel Halloway’s, low and flat as a slab of concrete. "Thorne, you will answer me." Elias kept his eyes on the ground. The mud was thick, sucking at his boots with a wet, heavy pull. It felt like the earth itself was trying to swallow him whole. He...

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