The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The brass was green. It sat in the evidence locker, a small, tarnished oval frame. No glass. Just the metal. Worn smooth by thumbs that no longer existed. I held it up to the fluorescent light. It did not shine. It did not reflect my face. It was dead. "Case closed?" the voice asked from the doorway. I did not turn around. I looked at the frame. "Procedurally, yes," I said. My voice was flat....

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