The Golden Mirror
Chapter One The used-car lot on the edge of the shanty town hummed with the idle engines of thirty rusted Corollas. Rain lashed the windshields, blurring the neon sign of the pawnshop next door into a smear of red. I stood under the awning, checking the odometer on a 1998 Civic, when the pager in my pocket buzzed. It was the only number I kept. The screen flashed the time, 4:15 AM, and the name...
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