The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The air in the evidence locker did not smell of dust, but of ozone and stale ice. You pulled the sleeve of your trench coat down over your wrist, watching the temperature gauge on the wall tick downward, the needle trembling with a precision that felt less like physics and more like malice. It was 1912, and you were Elias Thorne, a private investigator who had spent the last three months trying...

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