The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the coastal road into a slick, black ribbon that coiled dangerously around the cliffs. Elias Thorne sat behind the wheel of his rented sedan, the wipers beating a rhythmic, hollow drum against the windshield, his knuckles white on the leather as he navigated the final ascent to Vane House. He was forty-two, an archivist of modest renown, and he...

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