The Golden Mirror
The vault door hissed open, a long, metallic exhalation that cut through the silence of the sub-basement. Elias Thorne counted the seconds in his head. One, two, three. The lock mechanism clicked, a sound like a knuckle cracking in a quiet room. He stepped inside, his shoes squeaking on the concrete floor. The air was cold and smelled of ozone and old paper. He was here to prove he was...
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