The Golden Mirror

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The Golden Mirror

The rain in the Appalachian foothills did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suspended curtain that turned the dirt road into a sucking mouth of mud. Elias Thorne, twenty-two years old and wearing the heavy, woolen coat of a junior detective who had not slept in three days, walked with a gait that was more drag than stride, his boots clogging with the wet earth of the valley. In his right...

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