The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The brass watch lay in Arthur Vane’s palm, cold and heavy as a stone, its face cracked by the blow that had stopped its owner’s heart. He held it up to the weak November light filtering through the factory windows of the Blackwood Police Station, where the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco hung thick in the air. Outside, the city groaned under the weight of its own industry, a sprawling beast...

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