The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The watch in my pocket ticked backward. I heard it over the clatter of the typewriter, a dry, metallic rattle that sounded like a bone breaking in a small room. I stopped typing. The ink was still wet on the page, a black smear where the word *negligence* had begun to form. I looked at Chief Inspector Harrow. He did not look up. His pen moved in a steady, rhythmic arc across the blotter,...

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