The Golden Mirror
The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the Whitmore Institute for Antiquities, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to echo the violent, unbidden tremors in Elias Thorne’s hands. At fifty-two, Elias was an archivist of considerable renown, a man who had spent three decades cataloging the silence of dead civilizations, yet his own body was beginning to fail him with the same indifference...
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