The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog tasted of rust and wet wool, a metallic tang that coated Elias’s tongue as he stood in the center of the ruined barracks. He held the tarnished silver mirror in one hand, the glass cold against his palm, reflecting a face that looked older than his forty-two years. Three days. The numbers burned in the reflection, a countdown to a death he had not yet chosen. Elias wanted to break the...

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