The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The fog in Oakhaven did not roll in from the sea; it seeped up from the cracks in the cobblestones, a cold, damp exhalation that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Elias Thorne walked through it with the heavy, deliberate steps of a man carrying a weight he could not set down, his constable’s badge cold against his chest, a metal anchor in a sea of grey uncertainty. He was thirty-two years old,...

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