The Golden Mirror
The sub-basement of St. Jude’s smelled of damp limestone and the sharp, metallic tang of oxidized copper, a scent that had settled into the pores of my skin over twenty-two years of service. I am Elias Thorne, and I am currently sitting in the dark, surrounded by the debris of the "Golden Mirror" case, a collection of brittle files, rusted keys, and water-stamped ledgers that detail the...
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