The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The key turned with a resistance that felt less like rust and more like the slow, grinding protest of bone, and Elias Thorne, forty-five years old and wearing the dust of a six-hour drive in the creases of his collar, stepped into the silence of the attic room where the air was so cold it bit at the exposed skin of his wrists and settled into the marrow of his fingers. He had come to Oakhaven...

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