The Golden Mirror
You are leaving the precinct, or perhaps you are staying, the distinction has blurred in the humid air of the interrogation room where you have been sitting for hours, staring at a small, bruised apple on the metal table in front of you. The apple is not yours, it belongs to the suspect who is currently in the holding cell down the hall, a man named Arthur who you know is innocent of the murder...
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