The Golden Suspect

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March 14, 2024 The dust was still settling when I picked up the mirror. It was a brass frame, oval, a thing my wife had bought in Prague twenty years ago. The glass had not just broken; it had shattered into a thousand jagged teeth, a constellation of silver shards that caught the grey light of the afternoon. I held it in my left hand, the sharp edges biting into my palm, the pain a welcome...

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