The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Thorne. The voice cut through the haze of the dream, sharp as a piece of flint against glass. You opened your eyes to the grey light of the Chicago dawn, the shop air thick with the smell of sulfur and old sweat. Your right hand, the one that had been floating in a vat of molten gold in your sleep, lay still on the workbench, the skin tight and pale, the knuckles swollen from years of holding...

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