The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain does not fall so much as it seeps, a grey, persistent mist that clings to the windows of the house like a shroud refusing to be peeled away. You stand in the hallway, your hand resting on the cold brass doorknob, feeling the weight of the uniform still hanging on the hook behind you. It is a heavy thing, a coat that has absorbed the dampness of a hundred nights on patrol, smelling of...

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