The Golden Mirror
The bill for the funeral arrangements lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet, a heavy gray weight against the white paper. Clara Vance sat in the chair, her cough rattling in her chest like loose gravel, and refused to sign it, her hand trembling as she pushed the pen away. The cost was four hundred dollars, a sum that represented three months of Julian’s detective salary, money that was...
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