The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The dampness in the cellar of the Harrow Point precinct did not smell of mildew, but of old copper and something sweeter, like rotting fruit left too long in a warm room. Detective Elias Thorne sat across from the suspect, a man named Arthur Penhaligon, whose alibi was woven so tightly that even a threadbare lawyer would have found it impenetrable. Elias wanted to crack him, to find the...

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