The Wistful Witness

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The vial sat on Elias Thorne’s desk, a small cylinder of glass filled with a liquid that shimmered like oil on water. It was 4:15 PM on a Tuesday. Elias adjusted his tie, checking his reflection in the darkened monitor of his computer. He was forty-two, though he looked older, his face a map of lines that spoke of sleepless nights and cheap coffee. He wanted the promotion. He wanted to be...

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