The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The warrant lay on the table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. Thomas Bradshaw picked it up, the paper trembling not from fear but from the cold that had seeped into his marrow since he woke. It was a simple document, three lines of type and a signature that looked like a scrawl of dried blood. It named him, Thomas Bradshaw, constable of the Ashworth Estate, as the suspect in the death...

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