The Wistful Mirror

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The hand of Professor Elias Thorne, resting upon the mahogany arm of his reading chair, had begun to tremble. It was not the violent shaking of palsy, nor the erratic flutter of a leaf caught in a sudden gust, but a low, rhythmic vibration, like the hum of a cello string plucked and left to decay in the silence of an empty hall. I watched it from across the study, my own hands folded tightly in...

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