The Golden Mirror
The champagne in your glass is cold. You do not drink it. The crystal chandelier above the Sterling Institute’s grand hall casts a fractured light over the assembled staff, a web of glittering traps. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, junior archivist. You have spent the last three weeks preparing your defense, a dossier of clean ledgers and signed receipts, ready to prove your innocence...
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