The Golden Mirror
The letter arrived in the grey damp of a November morning in 1893, sealed with black wax that smelled faintly of sulfur and old paper. Inspector Arthur Penhaligon, thirty-two years old and possessed of a mind that treated the world like a ledger to be balanced, broke the seal in the cramped, gaslit office of the Scotland Yard precinct. Inside lay not a note of apology from his estranged father,...
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