The Wistful Mirror

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The boardroom smelled of ozone and polished mahogany, a sterile scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the erasure of nuance. He stood before the glass table, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the seven members of the Board of Directors scan the projections of his life’s work with the detached curiosity of men appraising a used car. "The compound is stable," Elias said,...

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