The Golden Mirror
Thorne. The name was called out by the stationmaster, a man whose uniform was three sizes too large and stained with the grease of a thousand coal fires. Inspector Elias Thorne stood on the platform, the 1893 winter air biting at his exposed skin, his breath pluming in the grey light. He did not look up. He was holding the silver pocket watch, the one that had belonged to his wife, Elara. It...
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