The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Elias. The name hung in the damp air of the Whitechapel alley, spoken by a man who did not look at me. It was a summons, sharp and final, cutting through the smell of wet cardboard and rotting cabbage that clung to the brickwork. I turned, my hand tightening on the brass handle of the mirror case. The metal was warm, always warm, a strange heat that bled through the leather even in the November...

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