The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in November of 1912 did not wash the city clean; it only made the grime slicker. Arthur Vane stood in the corridor of the Mirror Ward, the heavy iron keys cold in his pocket, his breath fogging in the stale air. He was thirty-four years old, a night watchman at Blackwood Asylum, and he wanted his pension. He needed to prove the new ward was a fraud to the board of directors, a scheme...

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