The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thorne. The name was shouted by a voice that sounded like gravel in a blender, echoing off the wet brick of the alleyway. Elias Thorne didn’t turn. He leaned against the cold stone, his left hand pressed to the gash above his ear. Blood, thick and warm, ran down his neck and pooled in the collar of his tactical shirt. He held the hand mirror in his right hand. The glass was cracked, a spiderweb...

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