The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall. It hovered. I stood on the porch of the station house. The water hung in the air, thick and cold, like a veil over a grave. I could see the droplets suspended against the streetlights. They did not move. They just waited. My name is Elias Thorne. I was a detective. Or I had been. The badge is in my drawer. I pulled it out that morning. It felt heavy. It felt cold. I put...

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