The Golden Mirror
The train carried Inspector Elias Thorne into the grey, soot-stained belly of Ashford at dawn, a city that seemed to exhale the very coal dust that powered its relentless industrial heart. He stood on the platform, his coat heavy with the damp chill of the morning, his eyes fixed not on the departing passengers but on the figure waiting beneath the iron arches of the station roof. It was not a...
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