The Wistful Mirror

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The air in the sub-basement of St. Jude’s Rehabilitation Center smelled of damp concrete and old paper. It was a smell that settled in the back of the throat, a dry, chalky dust that coated the tongue. Elias Thorne sat at the long, scarred oak table, his hands folded over a single, empty envelope. The fluorescent lights above him hummed, a low, electric drone that seemed to vibrate in his...

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