The Wistful Mirror
Elias Thorne stared at the ledger, the leather cover cold against his palm. "It is not a monster, Mara," he said, his voice flat and final. "It is a tool." He was thirty-two, a junior archivist at the Whitmore Institute, and he needed the tenure. The Silent Ledger was the only way to secure it. It was a bound book that whispered his deepest insecurities, a text that only spoke to those who...
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