The Golden Mirror
The locket is cold. You hold it between your thumb and forefinger, the gold tarnished to a dull, sickly yellow. It smells of lavender and something else, something rotting beneath the perfume. You are Elias Thorne, forty-five years old, a detective who has spent three years chasing a ghost. You want to clear your name. You want to prove that Clara’s disappearance was not a result of your...
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