The Golden Mirror
The rain lashed the windshield of Elias Thorne’s unmarked sedan as it crawled up the gravel drive of Halloway Estate. It was a place built of stone and silence, set deep in the Appalachian foothills, and Thorne felt the weight of the town’s eyes on his back even before he killed the engine. He was here to clear a name. Three years ago, a raid on a suspected drug ring had gone wrong; a man died,...
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