The Golden Mirror
October 14, 2023. The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel drive of Vane House into a slurry of mud and broken stone that sucked at the tires of my unmarked sedan as I pulled up to the front steps, the wipers fighting a losing battle against the gray curtain of the afternoon. I was forty-five years old, a detective with twenty years on the force, and I had been summoned by a...
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