The Golden Mirror
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the square into a mirror for the grey sky. Elias Thorne stood under the awning of the municipal building, his shoulders squared against the damp chill, watching Mayor Halloway step out onto the porch. Halloway adjusted his silk tie, a gesture of casual vanity that seemed to mock the...
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