The Golden Mirror
The letter lay on the desk of Inspector Elias Thorne, a sheet of heavy, cream-colored stationery that smelled faintly of lavender and old paper, the ink still wet enough to catch the light from the gas lamp as he traced the seal with a thumb that had not felt the warmth of a living hand in six years. It was a formal reprimand from Mayor Halloway, signed in a looping, confident hand, instructing...
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