The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain hammered the tin roof like a thousand small fists. Captain Elias Thorne did not flinch. He sat in the high-backed chair, his hands clasped over the silver bowl on his knee. The bowl was heavy. It was tarnished. It was the only thing in the house that had not rusted, rot, or faded. Elias was sixty. His bones ached with a dry, grinding friction. He was a detective, though the badge had...

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