The Golden Mirror
The gold brooch sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, heavy as a wet stone, its surface catching the fluorescent hum of the archive room. He was thirty-two, an archivist of modest rank at the Royal Mint, and he held the object with the careful, detached precision of a man handling a venomous snake. The brooch had been found in the estate of Arthur Penhaligon, a senior assayer who had died three weeks...
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