The Wistful Mirror

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The champagne flute in Elias Thorne’s hand was a perfect cylinder of crystal, refracting the chandelier light into a constellation of tiny, cold stars that danced across the back of his knuckles. He stood at the center of the Oakhaven Civic Center’s grand ballroom, surrounded by the town’s elite, their laughter a low, rhythmic hum that vibrated against the floorboards. Elias was forty-five, a...

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