The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-19 19:56:57 -

The rain hammered against the single, grimy window of the cellar office, a relentless, rhythmic assault that matched the frantic beating of my own heart. I was not there to solve a crime, at least not in the conventional sense that the constables upstairs would understand, but rather to untangle a knot of time that had tightened around my father’s throat until he could no longer breathe. The...

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