The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thorne. Silas shouted the name from the catwalk, his voice cracking like dry timber. I looked up from the ledger I was copying, my hand steady despite the tremor in my knee. The Blackwood Mill smelled of wet wool and rust, a heavy, metallic scent that coated the back of the throat. I was forty-two years old, and I had spent twenty of them cleaning the gears of this machine. I wanted to leave. I...

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