The Golden Mirror
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the gravel of the coastal road into a slick, sucking mire. I wiped the condensation from my glasses with the hem of my wool coat, watching the wiper blades stutter against the windshield. It was a rhythmic, sickening sound, like a heartbeat trying to restart after a stoppage. In the passenger seat, a leather-bound...
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