The Golden Mirror
The ledger showed forty-two years of service, a precise arithmetic of hours lost to the guild’s bureaucracy, and Elias Thorne sat in the archivist’s office counting the seconds between the tick of the clock and the onset of the golden haze that blurred his vision. He was a former watchmaker, now a private investigator by necessity, and he wanted only to clear the theft charge that had barred...
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