The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ink had dried before Elias Thorne finished speaking. He stood in the center of the Ministry’s interrogation room, a space that smelled of stale pipe tobacco and wet wool, and held the brass mirror out with both hands. The metal was cold, tarnished in the recesses, and it reflected the face of the man holding it with a clarity that felt invasive. Across the table, Minister Halloway did not...

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