The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the moor, his boots sinking into the peat, watching the water bead on the surface of a puddle that reflected nothing but the bruised sky above. He was a man who had spent thirty years chasing shadows, a detective in a world that had grown too...

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