The Golden Mirror
The rain had been falling on the roof of the Magistrate’s office for three days, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to drown out the tick of the grandfather clock in the corner, a sound that Thomas had once found comforting but which now felt like the slow, inevitable closing of a trap. He sat at his heavy oak desk, the wood dark and polished by decades of hands that had judged,...
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