The Golden Mirror
The fog in Blackwood City did not rise so much as it exhaled, a thick, sulfurous breath from the chimneys of the textile mills that choked the sky in the autumn of 1904. Detective Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak door of the precinct, his hand resting on the brass knob, his reflection in the frosted glass pane not his own but that of a man he had not seen in three years: his father,...
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