The Golden Mirror
The autumn wind that swept across the moors of Blackwood Manor did not merely blow; it scraped, a dry, skeletal sound that seemed to strip the very heat from the air, leaving Inspector Elias Thorne shivering in his wool overcoat despite the fire that roared in the library hearth. He stood with his back to the room, staring out the tall, arched windows at the darkening treeline, his hands...
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