The Wistful Mirror
The dust in the Ministry of Records did not settle; it hovered, a suspended judgment over the mahogany desks and the smell of decaying paper. Elias Thorne stood before the mirror in his study, a frame of tarnished silver that had been his father’s, and watched the face that was not his own. It was the face of Julian Vane, the man who had forged the embezzlement charges, a ghostly overlay of...
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