The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The ledger lay open on the desk. The ink was still wet. "Seventeen," I said. My voice sounded thin in the cold air. Inspector Halloran did not look up. He tapped the quill against the paper. A rhythmic, dry sound. Like knuckles on a table. "Seventeen what, Mr. Ashworth?" he asked. "Years," I replied. "Of service. To the Guild. To the King." He looked up then. His eyes were pale. Like washed-out...

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