The Golden Mirror
Act I Aoife Mahoney’s hands were slick with the cold rain as she gripped the brass rail of the St. Jude’s Care Home lobby, her knuckles white against the metal, while Mr. Gorman stood three feet away, his face a mask of professional indifference that did not hide the tremor in his jaw. He accused her of fabricating the voice of his deceased daughter, Elara, to extort a settlement, his voice...
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