The Golden Mirror
The rain at Blackwood Correctional Facility did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a series of wet, concrete boxes. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the center of the courtyard, his uniform soaked through to the skin, clutching a heavy, gold-framed mirror that he had found in the warden’s private safe, the glass cracked down...
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