The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The train exhales you into the cold. You step off. Your boots click. Stone. The Palace of Justice looms. Glass and steel. Modern. You are a ghost here. Or a wolf. The air smells of rain. And ozone. And fear. You carry your coat. Your hands shake. Not from cold. From the weight of the badge. No. You do not have a badge. Not anymore. You have a name. Elias Thorne. Formerly of the Special...

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