The Golden Mirror
Three days. That is how long the board had delayed the vote on my dismissal. Three days of counting hours, of watching the light slide across the archive floor like a slow, grey blade. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two, a senior archivist at the Blackwood Institute. I want to clear my name before they strip me of my title and my pension. The opposing force is not a man, but a piece of jewelry. It is...
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