The Golden Mirror
The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a heavy, gray curtain that pressed against the reinforced glass of the observation deck, blurring the line between the sterile white interior of the containment vessel and the churning, abyssal darkness of the outer sea. Detective Elias Thorne stood with his back to the window, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the metal table, his breath...
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