The Golden Mirror
The document on the metal table was a single sheet of standard A4 paper, thin and brittle, bearing the official seal of the Ministry of Internal Security in a faded red ink that seemed to have absorbed the dampness of the room. Elias Thorne picked it up, the weight of it negligible, yet it felt like holding a loaded weapon, and he read the line that had summoned him back to this sterile,...
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