The Golden Mirror
The mirror in the archive’s east office did not reflect the present. It reflected the past, specifically ten seconds ago. Elias Thorne had known this for twenty years, a secret he kept with the same grim vigilance he applied to the municipal ledgers he cataloged. He was fifty, a man of dry clothes and drier humor, and his name was currently being scrubbed from the public record by a forged...
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