The Golden Mirror
The ledger was wet, the ink running like black blood down the page. Elias Thorne held the book up to the yellow light of the study, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the sudden, crushing weight of what the numbers meant. He had spent twenty years digging through the ruins of his brother’s reputation, searching for a single document that could prove Marcus Thorne had not stolen the...
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