The Golden Mirror
The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, flat rhythm against the roof of the police station in Oakhaven, a sound that drilled into the bone. Detective Elias Thorne sat in the break room, staring at a mug of coffee that had gone cold hours ago. He was fifty-two. His hair, once a dark shock, was now a patchy map of gray and white. The joints in his hands ached with a...
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