The Wistful Mirror

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The ledger lay open on the mahogany table, its columns of red ink a stark indictment of debt. Elias Thorne stared at the final entry, the figure for his father’s funeral costs, a number that had grown larger every time he tried to pay it. He was thirty-two, a senior archivist of the Imperial Court, a title that sounded grand and felt hollow, like a coat with the lining torn. The banquet hall...

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