The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The iron key was cold in my palm, its teeth worn smooth by years of neglect. It sat there, a sliver of rusted metal against the flesh of my hand, while the sleet hammered against the windowpane of my cell. I had been holding it for three hours, ever since Inspector Hale had placed it on the table between us. He had not spoken much. He had simply opened the sealed box, removed the key, and...

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