The Wistful Mirror
The dust in Blackwood Manor tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat as you checked the lock on the front door for the third time. You were Elias Thorne, a constable of forty years with the Millhaven Police Department, and for the first time in a decade, your name was on a roster that mattered. Chief Inspector Vance had assigned you to secure the Ashford...
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