The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

"You’re late, Elias. The rain is coming down in sheets, and the council waits for no man." Elias Thorne did not answer. He stood on the wet cobblestones of the Oakhaven square, the stolen ledger clutched against his chest like a shield. The book was heavy, its leather cover slick with the night’s downpour, the gold lettering on the spine blurred by the water. He was forty-five years old, an...

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