The Golden Mirror
The rain fell on the town of Oakhaven with a persistent, rhythmic hush, a static noise that seemed to insulate the world from the rest of the century, blurring the lines between the mud of the streets and the damp, grey sky above. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood by the window of his small, rented house on the edge of the district, watching the water bead and slide down the glass, each droplet a...
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