The Golden Mirror
The rain lashed against the warped glass of the office window, a relentless, grey drumming that seemed to synchronize with the frantic pounding of my own heart, as I sat across from Arthur and tried to explain why I was here, why I had come back to this crumbling, salt-worn hamlet of Oakhaven to unravel a mystery that had nothing to do with the law and everything to do with the rot inside my...
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