The Golden Mirror
The clock on the mantelpiece had ticked for three hours and forty-two minutes since I entered the library, a duration that felt less like time passing and more like a weight settling into the marrow of my bones. I had come to count the missing pages of the Vane Estate ledger, a task that should have taken an hour, but the air in this room was thick with the scent of old varnish and something...
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