The Wistful Mirror

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The count of hours remaining in the contract was twelve, a number that sat in the back of Elena Vane’s mind with the weight of a stone in a shoe, grinding against the soft tissue of her will as she sat before the workstation in Sub-level Four. The air in the archive was not merely cold; it was dry, carrying the distinct, metallic taste of ozone and old paper, a scent that had settled into her...

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