The Wistful Mirror

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The cold bit into the back of your neck before the paper moved, a sharp, metallic chill that had nothing to do with the HVAC system’s seasonal adjustment and everything to do with the fact that you were not looking. You were Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and you had spent the last six hours sorting the 1994 municipal tax ledgers, your fingers stained with the grey dust of aging pulp, your...

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