The Golden Mirror
Chapter One Riku Yoshida had not slept in the east wing of the family estate for twenty years, but the brass key in his pocket still felt warm, as if it had been kept against his skin by the ghost of the man who had forged it. He was forty-two, a detective with the municipal force, and the institution that employed him was currently drafting the order that would strip him of his rank by Friday,...
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