The Golden Mirror
The rain hammered against the single pane of glass, blurring the neon sign of the motel into a smear of red and white, but Mara Vane kept her eyes fixed on the man across the table, her jaw tight enough to crack a tooth. Chief Halloway sat with his hands folded on the scarred laminate surface, his tie loosened just enough to suggest casual authority, and he told her, in a voice that was soft...
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