The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it was forced against the slate roofs of London by a wind that smelled of wet ash and old iron. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the center of the Whitehall corridor, his boots sliding slightly on the polished stone, his hands wrapped tightly around a brass-bound satchel that had been his father’s before it had been his own. The satchel was heavy, not with...

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