The Wistful Mirror

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The departure from the faculty lounge was not a dramatic exit, but a slow, viscous bleed of light as Professor Elias Thorne set his ceramic mug on the chipped mahogany table, the liquid inside still steaming with the scent of roasted chicory and burnt sugar, a smell that clung to the back of his throat like a physical weight, a residue of the morning’s heavy, unspoken tensions that had settled...

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