The Golden Mirror
The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, industrial drumming against the windowpanes of the interrogation room that made the silence between us feel heavier, more oppressive, and strangely intimate. I sat across from Arthur, my hands folded on the cold steel table, watching the way his eyes darted not to me, but to the dark, reflective surface of the window behind him, where the city...
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