The Wistful Mirror
The silver pocket watch sat against Elias Thorne’s sternum, a cold weight that hummed with a frequency only he could feel. It was not a timepiece; it was a mirror, etched with a fine, unbreakable glass that did not reflect his face but the raw, unvarnished state of the person he looked at. Elias adjusted his tie in the lobby of Meridian Insurance Group, checking his reflection in the polished...
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