The Wistful Mirror

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The pen in my left hand had stopped leaving a mark. I held it over the actuarial tables for the Aethelgard reinsurance contract, the nib touching the paper with a precision that felt mechanical, yet no ink bled into the fiber. The light from the desk lamp was a harsh, sterile white, cutting through the gloom of the fourteenth floor at Meridian Insurance, where the air tasted of recycled ozone...

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