The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain fell in sheets. It struck the window. It drummed on the glass. It was cold. It was grey. It was relentless. I held the object. It was heavy. It was warm. It hummed. A low vibration. A thrumming sound. It sat in my palm. It fit perfectly. It felt like bone. It felt like wood. It felt like life. My name is Elias. I am a detective. I am tired. I am old. I am wrong. I have always been...

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