The Golden Mirror
Thorne. The name hangs in the cold air, spoken by the doorman with a finality that feels like a closing door. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and you are here because your sister Clara is dead, or at least, her life as you knew it is. The city of Vael is not a place on any map you have ever seen, a fog-choked labyrinth where the air itself seems to whisper with the static of old memories. You...
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