The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain had not stopped for three days. It tapped against the windowpane of my office, a rhythmic, annoying percussion that made it hard to think. I sat in the high-backed chair, the leather creaking under my weight. The room smelled of stale tobacco and damp wool. I am a constable in the town of Oakhaven. It is a small place, built of grey stone and greyer people. We do not have many crimes....

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