The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower district into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dying gaslight of the gas lamps, and I stood on the corner of Ironmonger Lane, my uniform heavy with the water that soaked through the wool and settled into my bones like a cold, leaden weight, watching the steam rise from the manholes...

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