The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

Do-yun Oh stood at the edge of the rice terrace, watching the water churn against the mud. The village below was a patchwork of grey roofs and brown fields, the air heavy with wet earth and burning straw. He was fifty-eight, his hands shaking so badly he could not hold the coffee cup steady, and the brown liquid spilled across the case file, blurring the evidence photos into a brown smear. The...

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