The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The snow in Oakhaven did not fall; it invaded. It pressed against the frosted windows of the train station with a gray, suffocating weight, erasing the horizon until the world was nothing but a white void and the cold that bit through wool. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his breath pluming in sharp, jagged bursts. He was forty-two, a master glazier with hands scarred by decades of...

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