The Golden Mirror
The rain slicked the cobblestones of Oakhaven, turning the city into a smear of grey and black. You stood in the Guild Hall, the weight of your constable’s badge pressing against your chest like a cold stone. Master Aldric stood before you, his face a mask of polite disappointment. He had been waiting for you for three days. You wanted to close the ledger on the Golden Mirror case, to prove...
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