The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dream always began with the smell of burnt sugar and the hum of a ventilation shaft that had not been serviced in decades. Elias Thorne stood in a room he knew only from the back of his eyelids, a vast, cavernous hall where the air tasted of copper and old dust. Before him stood a mirror, not of glass but of hammered gold, its surface rippling like a pond disturbed by a stone. In the...

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