The Golden Mirror
The rain hammered the windshield, turning the world into a smear of gray and black. Elias Thorne gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, as the headlights cut through the mist of Oakhaven. He was forty-two, a detective with fifteen years on the force, and he was driving to bury his mentor’s reputation. Sheriff Miller had been found dead in his office, the door locked from the inside. No...
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