The Wistful Mirror
The letter lay on the table, the paper thin and yellowed at the edges, the ink smudged where a thumb had pressed too hard. It was a standard personnel directive, unsigned but heavy with the weight of bureaucracy, requesting Sergeant Elias Thorne’s presence for a mandatory review of his transfer application to the state capital. He read it twice, the cold air of the precinct office seeping into...
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