The Wistful Mirror

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the archive, sharp and final, spoken by Director Halloway from behind the heavy oak desk. Elias Thorne stood by the shelving unit, his fingers stained with the gray dust of the late Duke’s private journals. He wanted the promotion. It was a simple, mechanical desire, the kind that fueled his forty-two years of life. He needed the title of Senior Archivist to...

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