The Golden Mirror
The scales on the counter weighed the silence at three hundred and forty-two grams, a precise, heavy nothingness that Sergeant Elias Thorne had spent the last six hours trying to balance against the weight of his own alibi. He stood in the center of the archive room, a box of files no larger than a loaf of bread, while the reviewing board sat in the adjacent glass-walled office, their faces...
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