The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-23 09:19:50 -

The rain had stopped, but the air in the lobby still tasted of wet concrete and stale coffee. I stood before the counter, my hand gripping the edge of the laminate so hard my knuckles turned white. The clerk, a woman with a name tag that read Diane, did not look up from her computer. I needed the original survey data for the Harrow Mill. I needed it to prove the foundation was sound, to save...

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