The Golden Mirror
The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight around the village until the world outside ceased to exist. Elias Thorne stepped out of the carriage, his boots sinking into mud that smelled of wet iron and old roots. He was thirty-two, an inspector with a reputation for finding what others ignored, and he had come here for one reason: his father, Silas, had vanished...
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