The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

You count the hours. Twelve in the day, twelve in the night, and the endless, hollow hours between the meals at St. Jude’s. The rain has been falling for three days, a cold, gray sheet that turns the high-altitude grass into a slick, muddy trap. You are Elias Thorne, and you are forty-two years old, though your hands shake like those of a man twice that age. You want the logs. You want the raw,...

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