The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The hand of the constable, Elias Thorne, gripped the hilt of his truncheon until the knuckles whitened, the leather worn smooth by twenty years of service in Oakhaven. He stood in the mud of the lane, watching the smoke rise from the manor house where the feast had been broken, the smell of roasted pork and spilled wine still heavy in the cold night air. The village was silent, a silence that...

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