The Wistful Mirror
The ink on the ledger was still wet when Director Halloway slid the rejection form across the steel desk, his fingers tapping a rhythmic, impatient code against the mahogany surface. "Unstable," he said, the word flat and final, like a stone dropped into a well that had no bottom. "The molecular lattice fractures under thermal stress. It is not a dye, Mr. Thorne. It is a hazard. You will report...
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