The Golden Mirror
October 14, 2024 The champagne was too cold and the room was too loud. You stood by the marble column, watching Victor Hale slice through the air with his hand, his voice cutting through the jazz like a razor. He was a small man, pale and tight-skinned, but he held the room like a king holds a throne. He pointed a manicured finger at you. "Thorne. The mirror is a trap for fools. You know this....
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