The Golden Mirror
The fog rolled into the valley of Ashworth Mill not as a weather event, but as a physical weight, pressing against the windowpanes of the investigation office with the persistence of a debtor who refuses to leave. Elias Thorne sat at his heavy oak desk, the surface scarred by decades of chalk dust and cigarette burns, and stared at the single object that had anchored the entire inquiry for the...
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