The Wistful Mirror
My left hand was pressed flat against the cold oak of my desk, fingers splayed, when the hum began. It was not a sound I heard with my ears but a vibration that traveled up my radius and ulna, settling in the marrow of my wrist. I am Elias Thorne, senior auditor at the Meridian Institute, and I have thirty-two years of life behind me and three days until the quarterly review that will determine...
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