The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The pension form was unsigned, the ink still wet on the paper, waiting for a name that Elias Thorne was no longer sure he could write without his hand shaking. "Leave it," said the voice in his head, or perhaps it was just the wind rattling the window frame of the empty house. "You don't need the money if you’re going to die of the air you breathe." Elias looked at the form. It was a standard...

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