The Wistful Mirror

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Elias. The voice came from the doorway, sharp and clipped, cutting through the hum of the air conditioning in the Ministry of Records. It was not a greeting. It was a summons. I stood up, my knees popping in the dry heat of the third-floor office, and adjusted my tie. I was twenty-four years old, a junior archivist, and in six days I would secure my permanent tenure. That was the plan. That was...

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