The Golden Mirror
The rain fell in cold, heavy sheets, turning the gravel of Blackwood Manor’s yard into a slurry that sucked at the soles of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s boots. He stood in the center of the drive, his service revolver drawn and leveled at the dark entrance, his left hand trembling violently from the fresh fracture in his wrist. Three hours ago, he had been summoned to this isolated estate by...
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