The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog rolled in off the North Sea like a shroud, swallowing the jagged silhouette of Blackwood Mill before Arthur Vane could even finish unlatching his carriage door. He was forty years old, his face a map of lines carved by insomnia and the slow, grinding weight of duty, and he carried a warrant that felt heavier than lead. He had come to investigate the death of his wife, Elara, a woman...

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