The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain hits the asphalt in a steady, gray drumbeat. You are standing in the middle of the intersection, soaked to the bone. Your shoes are heavy with mud. You hold the brass key in your right hand. It is warm, even in the cold air. It has been warm for three days. It burns against your palm like a coal. Officer Miller is shouting at you. His face is red, twisted by a mix of anger and...

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