The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The mirror cracked. Not with a shatter, but with a sigh. It split down the center, a black vein of fracture running from the brass rim to the silvered glass. It looked like a wound. It looked like a scar. Thomas stood in the rain. The rain was cold. It bit his skin. It soaked his uniform. The wool was heavy. It dragged at his shoulders. He was a constable. He was a keeper of the peace. He was a...

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