The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey mist that clung to the skin of the city like a second, damp epidermis. Inspector Elias Thorne stood in the center of the atrium of the Municipal Archives, a sprawling cathedral of steel and glass that rose thirty stories into the bruised evening sky. The air here was sterile, recycled, and smelled faintly of ozone and old...

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