The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain tapped against the windowpane with a persistent, rhythmic dullness. It was a gray morning in the city, the kind that seeped into the bones. Thomas sat at the desk. His hands were still. They were the hands of a man who had held a rifle for twenty years. Now they held only a cold cup of coffee and a single, small object. It was a beetle. It lay on its back, legs twitching weakly in the...

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