The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The building is cold. It has always been cold. The heat radiators clank like old bones. I sit at my desk. The wood is scratched. My name is Elias. I work for the firm. We are investigators. We look for things that are missing. Or things that are lying. My partner, Thomas, is gone. He left three days ago. No note. No call. Just his coat on the hook. The smell of his tobacco still lingers. It is...

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