The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in the city never stopped. It fell in a gray sheet, washing the streets of London clean of dust but not of shame. Elias Thorne stood at the window of his office. The glass was cold against his forehead. He looked out at the wet pavement. The reflections were blurred. They moved like ghosts. He was the new Chief Investigator. He had come from the countryside. He had left his farm. He...

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