The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain hit the cobblestones of Whitechapel with a sound like static. It was a cold, industrial rain, smelling of coal smoke and wet wool. Elias Thorne stood beneath the awning of a shuttered print shop, his fingers drumming against the handle of his leather satchel. Inside the bag lay the ledger. Not the public ledger, which was a neat column of ink on paper, but the private one. The one that...

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