The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The brass key was cold, biting into Elias Thorne’s palm with a dull, metallic ache that traveled up his wrist and settled in the knuckles, a sharp contrast to the humid, fog-choked air of the city that pressed against the windowpanes of the manor house like a living thing. He had spent the last three weeks in a state of suspended animation, his life reduced to the rigid columns of a ledger and...

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