The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The vault was cold, a sterile white tomb where the air hummed with the low, electric drone of climate control. Elias Thorne adjusted the white cotton gloves on his hands, the fabric feeling thin and insufficient against the chill that seeped into his bones. He was thirty-two, an age where the body still remembers how to work, but the mind had learned the precise weight of silence. For three...

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