The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain slicks the cobblestones of Harrowgate. You wipe your boots. The mud is red. It clings. You are a constable. You are tired. Your badge is heavy on your chest. It pulls at your shirt. It weighs your heart down. You stand before the door. The wood is dark. It smells of rot and old lavender. This is the house of Silas Vane. He is gone. He left in the night. He took his coat. He took his...

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