The Wistful Mirror
The heavy oak chair crashed into the mahogany bar, sending a cascade of crystal glasses shattering across the polished floor, the sound sharp and final as a gunshot in the sudden silence of the banquet hall. Elias Thorne did not think about the retirement plaque hanging on the wall behind him, nor the twenty years of service that had carved the deep lines around his eyes, but only about the...
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