The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain hit the cobblestones of the old mill district in a steady, gray rhythm. Elias Thorne pulled his collar up against the chill. He was not a detective in the way the newspapers liked to imagine. He was a clerk. A man of forms. Of ink-stained fingers and precise, small handwriting. He had come to the estate of the late Arthur Vane because the estate lawyer had a question. A simple...

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