The Golden Mirror
The champagne in the crystal flute tastes of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that Arthur Vane suppresses with a practiced, tight smile as he raises the glass to the assembled faculty of St. Jude’s, the gilded chandeliers of the 1912 estate casting a warm, deceptive glow over the faces of his colleagues. He is forty years old, a renowned pathologist whose name is synonymous with...
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