The Golden Mirror
The steel plate did not reflect Elias Thorne; it reflected the man who had died in the Millfire, and the crack running through the glass was the only thing that moved as Elias pressed his trembling hand against the cold, greasy surface of his desk. It was October, 1924, and the air in the detective’s office tasted of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of his own blood, a flavor he had come to...
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