The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The train left at four. I watched the tail lights fade into the grey mist. Then I looked at my hands. They were steady. They had to be. I held the brass compass. It was cold. It was heavy. It was mine. I am Inspector Elias Thorne. I have served the Crown for thirty years. My knees ache in the damp. My mind is sharp. My heart is a stone. We are in the Hall of Records. It is not a palace. It is a...

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