The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Elias Thorne’s hands trembled as he ground the dried foxglove, the mortar scraping against the pestle with a sound like a dying man’s breath. The shop was cold. The air smelled of camphor and old paper, a scent that had settled into the floorboards of the apothecary on Sorrow Street over the last twenty years. Outside, the mist of Oria clung to the cobblestones, thick and white, erasing the...

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