The Golden Mirror
Elias Thorne sat in the blue half-dark of his office, the rain against the windowpane sounding like the static of a dead channel, and he opened the leather-bound journal his wife, Mara, had left behind three weeks before her death. The city of Oakhaven was not a place for the rational, not anymore, but Elias had spent twenty years as a private investigator learning to ignore the things that...
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