The Golden Mirror
The rain lashed against the windows of the Blackwood Manor as Elena Vance stepped over the threshold, her boots sinking into the damp carpet that smelled of mildew and old paper. She was thirty-four, a forensic accountant with a reputation for finding discrepancies in the smallest of ledgers, and she had come here not out of sentiment but out of a desperate, arithmetic necessity; the medical...
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