The Golden Mirror
Chapter One "You are done for, Fujiwara," the Director hissed, his finger trembling above the inventory sheet. "The ledger is missing. The funds are gone. And you were the only one in the archive after the whistle." I did not answer. My hands were slick with rain and the sharp, metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. I had smashed the porcelain bowl against the courtyard wall an hour ago,...
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