The Golden Mirror
The warrant was heavy. Not in paper, but in the way it demanded to be held, a thick envelope of manila that felt like a lead weight in Elias Thorne’s hand. He stood in the hallway of the Blackwood estate, the floorboards creaking under the strain of his boots, and read the document for the third time. It was a standard arrest notice, printed on the department’s letterhead, but the words were...
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