The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall; it hovered. It was a fine, metallic mist that clung to the skin of the city, turning the neon signs of the Lower District into smears of blood and gold against the wet asphalt. I stood in the doorway of the precinct, watching the droplets gather on the brim of my hat. The hat was a fedora, black felt, stiffened with years of sweat and cheap perfume. It had belonged to my...

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