The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain hit the slate roof in a steady, metallic drumming. It was a cold sound. Inspector Elias Thorne stood by the window. He watched the water bead and slide. The glass was frosted. Inside, the house held its breath. The air smelled of wet wool and old paper. And something else. Something sweet. Rotten. His son, Leo, sat in the armchair. Leo was twenty-two. He was thin. Too thin. His fingers...

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