The Golden Mirror
The ledger lay open on your desk, its leather spine cracked and weeping dust, while outside the library windows the November rain lashed against the glass like a prisoner testing the bars. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist at the Blackwood Estate, and for the last three days you had not slept, driven by a singular, burning need to clear your name of a theft committed two...
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